Loved ones weeping at the funeral
Cry despair at mortality's advances
Fear not for his soul, for it belongs to God
Far from this wretched world, engulfed in paradise
Had they only known, their anguish would unfold
And consume their hearts in endless night
As the priest said, hell is empty
But all the sinful dead
They lay with me
They lay with me
Each victim I've claimed
Severed their ties to divinity
Separated from God's gaze
Eternally blind to their suffering
Blind to their suffering
Haunt the living
Punish the dead
In moments of weakness
I find those who live on
Panic-stricken
With endless nightmares
Of the torture of their sons
Clutching feebly at rosaries
Inculcating themselves with divine grace
But in the darkest parts of the night
Their pain doesn't end at the resting place
supported by 13 fans who also own “Haunt the Living, Punish the Dead”
Larry Wang 'singing', glorious slams and atmospherics ripped straight out of Aliens result in a should-not-be-missed slab of inhuman fury. poisonremedy
supported by 11 fans who also own “Haunt the Living, Punish the Dead”
if this album is anything, its incredibly well rounded.
choosing to step off the gas a little bit in favor of a notably more polished sound.
I dont dig it as much as psycho, but I'd be a liar if I said this is isn't a radical improvement in quality. MyNameIsRedundant