Sweet caress grazes my skin It's loveless, these hooks sink in Behind an angel's disguise, an insect preys Mandibles cut like a knife, the reckoning
Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds Louder the tattered wings they sound Descending down
Down they come, the swarm of locusts Skies above converge to choke us Feast of souls consume the harvest Young and old, suffer unto the locust
Surrender, these veins are bled Devoured, nothing sacred Strings pull the marionettes See how they dance upon the winds that beget our pestilence
Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds Louder the tattered wings they sound Descending down
Down they come, the swarm of locusts Skies above converge to choke us Feast of souls consume the harvest Young and old, suffer unto the locust
Bleeding from my eyes, this plague is sent to erase us Bleeding from inside, these vermin can't infiltrate us
Faith appears, and holds a candle Hark, the angels sing
Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds Louder the tattered wings they sound
Tear the veil, the lies derail Purity ever will prevail Trumpets sound the shattered crown Halos of truth now they surround The charade comes down
Down they come, the swarm of locusts Skies above converge to choke us Feast of souls consume the harvest Young and old, (suffer unto the locust)
Down they come, the swarm of locusts Skies above converge to choke us Feast of souls consume the harvest Young and old, suffer unto the locust
Songwriters: Philip John Demmel / Robert Conrad Flynn
تاریخ انتشار : 2011
