The whites of their eyes are flush with devils blood

It was all too visceral to deceive - to lay to waste our own

No - nothing can save us - this pestilence will deliver us to our end

Our cancers rise- a passage paved - the imminence of wrath

It was all too visceral to deceive - to lay to waste our own

No - nothing can save us

This pestilence will deliver us to our end

Now haunted by the mark of death

From the tombs of five below

The gathering of arms has fed and grown the highest flames

Our cancers rise and call on the demons of wrath

Now you see that see that it was all too visceral to deceive - to lay to waste our own

No - nothing can save us

This pestilence will deliver us to our end

We're on the road to oblivion

Where the huntress knows no bounds

We're on the road to oblivion

From the tombs of five below

We're on the road to oblivion

The whites of our eyes are flush with devils blood

Eyes flush with devils blood

On the brink of the six end of life

Eyes flush with devils blood.