Eclipse Eternal

Eclipse Eternal - Seven Billion Dead And Hung songtekst

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The tree of life grown strong with death grows ever 
upwards to the only space that's left, Tearing open the 
stomachs of clouds as they fly by, through these holes 
the heavens in ashes cry, weeping for their flock as 
they hanging die! 
Upon the hill of Gomorrah the last man stands amidst an 
ocean of blood that falls from his hands. He holds the 
instruments weapons held with pride up to the heavens 
that in silence abide. 7 billion abels he has reaped as 
Cain silencing their screams again and again! He was 
the first as he will be the last through countless 
hosts his spirit has passed he is the hate that drives 
the hand that moves the mouth that conquers all lands 
he is legion for he has been many he is the embodiment 
of hate! He speaks in tongues in the sinews of the mind 
creating this final masterpiece he has for centuries 
designed! With absolute certainty he stands staring up 
at death with a rope and spear in his hands. With a 
smile on his face he hangs himself in self styled 
grace. In self styled grace he hangs! . 
Beside his corpse 7 billion corpses swing in the breeze 
hanging like bloated misshapen leaves. The tree of life 
its every branch full grows ever more limbs to stand 
the pull. Upon the highest bows the holy hang in rows 
their blood flows like holy water baptizing those 
below. These men women and children all hang side by 
side, dead and rotted they now in hell reside! In hell 
reside! 
From the body of Cain his spirit now descends from the 
top of the tree to its roots ends from corpse to corpse 
the spirit of Cain does spread removing imperfections 
it resurrects the dead creating perfection one body at 
a time creating a new species to its design. 
Only through death can life be reborn 
And in each person the spirit of Cain now will remain 
to safeguard against weakness in case he must come 
again. To kill again to cleanse again and again and 
again 
The tree of life its branches now bear waits for a new 
spring for new leaves to appearÂ… and the spirit of Cain 
sees fit to rise again to start the cycle again till 
perfection is attained till perfection is retained!
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