The whites of their eyes are flush with devil's 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 devil's blood



Eyes flush with devil's blood



On the brink of the six end of life



Eyes flush with devil's blood