This Forest for Which We Have Killed

I've only shut their brains
In their dark homes
More than I see is more
That can't or shouldn't see

What's living past?
And all demons that can end all

Next phase through
Transform
Grab on

Opens up hell

Hang hell
When you were not there
You will beg
You will beg and spit blood

Are we capable of all that is thine?

And preach, over ruled
Dislodge your lives
I am in strength
A poorer dark devil in mustard gas

A blind deadly grime
Abides deplorably in hell
The animal's bone, unchained
Old bread

Who has man brought up as its god?

Those with hell stink like fools

Those with hell stink like fools
We're fine
Glory is thine

Burnt back, I spit blood
The unmentionable circle
Running darkness burns

I am burnt eyes
And dark hooves
Hells that break all loyal

Burn back
The hour draws, judgement
No pain, nowhere
My luck was struck down

Lucifer certainly leaves us all

Hung, come too far
Now we turn to everlasting fire
Where?
Listen up
Awful black