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Dethrone The Gods, Control The Masters (Legacy Of Blood Part IV)

 

Dethrone The Gods, Control The Masters (Legacy Of Blood Part IV)

(album: Obscura - 2020)


Don't fear, it's time to die
Lay down and close your eyes
All your beloved ones will bleed for us in sacrifice
We are the alpha race
Reaching the top of the chain
Starving predators hunting other species desperate

We spread disease, pain and disgrace
While mankind dies, we grow stronger
We can create a harvest of flesh
Our feed on men will last forever

Rise and stand above all the blind faith
The age of truth is coming closer
Give them hope about a concrete reign
No gods, no masters ruler of your own world

True kings don't need a crown
Shadows obscure the dawn
Became the spark who will burn the blind fools all around
They call you infidel
They named you Azrael
So make them suffer, make paradise become hell

We spread disease, pain and disgrace
While mankind dies, we grow stronger
We can create a harvest of flesh
Our feed on men will last forever

Rise and stand above all the blind faith
The age of truth is coming closer
Give them hope about a concrete reign
No gods, no masters ruler of your own world

Preacher of the Unlight
Heresy in disguise
Creatures of the deepest night
Hear my call, from depths arise

Let them plea for a dying day
Let them bleed. Lay them all to rest
Set us free

Rise and stand above all the blind faith
The age of truth is coming closer
Give them hope about a concrete reign
No gods, no masters ruler of your own world

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