[00:00.000] 作词 : Casey Tyson-Pearce/Ian Bearer[00:00.000] 作曲 : Colton Adam Bennett/Giovanni Francesco Ciardullo/Matt Perrin/Cole Rideout/Steven Sanchez[00:00.000]Melancholic swings snap taut[00:04.024]Painting the picture of finality[00:07.365]Humanity willingly dispatched to make way[00:11.493]For the reaper of lives[00:13.260]Cloaked in the obsidian haze[00:15.129]All bound by the fibers of this mortal twine[00:18.774]Finally succumbing to the fray[00:21.588]Yet, I remain[00:24.349]With every step the ground ignites[00:27.089]Flames hiss and sputter around[00:31.735]Secrets whispered to the night sky[00:34.961]I am listening now[00:37.175]Ancient incantations[00:40.474]Spoken like forgotten words[00:43.224]Now beseeching me[00:44.685]Legions of tortured creatures now arising[00:48.273]Etched with thеse morbid, cryptic writings[00:51.928]They’re growing wеak from the sting above[00:55.663]Malevolence reigns as they yearn for the warmth below[01:02.244]The pale moon fades[01:04.759]A forgotten face[01:06.757]Dawning an era of catastrophe[01:10.439]Misery, take what is left of me[01:21.655]To pluck the eyes[01:23.592]From whom shall bear witness of me[01:25.984]Brimstone paves the road for my disciples[01:32.546]Patchwork, for these scarred tapestries[01:36.415]Stitched with hanging flesh, dead to me[01:40.064]Begging for immortality[01:43.788]Pull back a vile veiled reality[01:47.427]Civilization turning into a mound of dust before my eyes[01:51.172]I’m presenting the gift of life's each intricate, poor misfortunes[01:54.802]Bestowing these souvenirs of pain[01:56.709]Now accept this dispensation[01:58.566]My divine ordering to the affairs of this world[02:02.240]Ancient incantations[02:05.324]Spoken like forgotten words[02:08.151]Now beseeching me[02:09.572]Statues of tortured creatures now arising[02:12.917]Etched with these morbid, cryptic writings[02:16.833]They’re growing weak from the sting above[02:20.263]Malevolence reigns as they yearn for the warmth below[02:24.372]Dawning a mask of malignity[02:27.988]Few dare to risk damnation near the effigy[02:31.709]They’re withering from the winds above[02:35.204]The malevolent plague of the piercing cold[03:08.608]Mindless servants lulled to rest by these barren soliloquies[03:12.257]Awaiting my command, heir fate decided by my hands[03:15.977]A promise of pain and suffering, everlasting[03:19.769]With each passing soul I feel my compassion unwinding[03:23.423]The opening of a thousand wounds[03:27.110]Will forever be my retribution