Bountiful Beast

(álbum: Devilish Trio Vol. II - 2017)

[Baker:]
Prepare to meet your maker yes it's baker creeping with approach
The judge it hides within the shadows so be careful of what's spoke
Fear the sight it comes at night
Deep in the woods, the monsters dwell
Beneath the surface of the soil
Lies the miseries of hell
In the marrow of this sickness
I take pleasure in the weakness
Of another feel, no love for one and other bring the vengeance
I burden earth this walking plague
In their eyes, I'm just wasted space
So I retaliate with hate and fight the fight for all our fates
I put my head into the clouds and then I slowly lose my stress
My senses now begin to dim I feel detached from all the rest
With these words I add a depth I try to focus in the moment
Thoughts are rushing through my mind
For every time I feel awoken
In the waves of distortion lost my grip of sanity
In this life, I feel aborted shunned by all humanity
Everything's inanity I've come to realize this is truth
Through anger and profanity, I speak these words that show the clues
Don't obey what you're told and use your brain to sense the lies
It doesn't take a fucking genius to see its mind genocide
Go ahead and pray if it makes you feel safe
Wish the sins to go away but never will you be okay

[Hydra:]
This pendulum swings
The hands of the devil they hypnotize everything worthless
Through decadence, nations have reached a new age
Where everyone kills for no purpose
The valley of evil will always await
When traveling over the under
This hatred and promise of safety is something that came with the shit we've been told by the system
The churches of lies they spit on their servants
Allowing the demons to infiltrate further inside of religion
They battle the spirits but still, you can't stop the resurgence
The wonderful bountiful beast of diversion
Has fooled you again
With the shade of his curtains
The powers of sin they begin what the cursing has started within can't you feel rebirthing
Of the anti-christ?
The rivers run red with the turning of light
Blood it drips on down behold the witch now you'll be sacrificed
The cries of the innocent blend with the sinister making of sounds
We invoke to the ministry gobbling everyone's mind up with sympathy
Making this poverty worsen
The pentagram isn't a symbol of violence
This honest mistake has been known to provide all the stereotypical reasons of silence that hold no control over Satan
As most do believe that he doesn't exist
It will only be shattered when faced with the sins
They've committed relating to life in itself when the bible is burnt and destroyed
Don't turn around
You might not like what you will see
The monster lurking in your shadow always finds a way to breathe
You try to run
You hide
But you cannot evade what's inside
All the voices that tell you to kill bury them in your conscience
It's time to prepare for the night