Obscene As Cancer

(álbum: A New Kind Of Horror - 2018)

What lying shit will be said
Children guaranteed glory in death
Freedom failing [?]
Sweet and fitting in their tombs they rest
Squandered youth for the old terror
At the altar of [?]

Blood-shod, all blind, [?]
[?] they'll pay [?]

In all my dreams
Leave your fucking shelter
Before my helpless sight
He plunges at me
Guttering, choking, drowning

How familiar [?] blood
The converted terror moves closer to carnage
Secret nobility and gilded deceit
The poison bringing composure at last
The possibility an ocean of blood

His hanging face
Like a devil's sick of sin

In all my dreams
Leave your fucking shelter
Before my helpless sight
He plunges at me
Guttering, choking, drowning

[?]

In all my dreams
Before my helpless sight
He plunges at me
In all my dreams
Leave your fucking shelter
Before my helpless sight
He plunges at me
Guttering, choking, drowning