Condescension - Wrath of The Skies | Текст песни

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Impostor priests claim they speak
With ancient gods of power and prosperity
How deep they’ve gone in search of grace
With disregard for soul at every pace

One breath of death
Incandescent cinder burns me from the inside
All walls fall down
Spewing lava from the ground

Awakened something, made a deal
With serpent of the dark that dwells within
Forfeiting city with our lives
No matter what the sacrificial price

Wrath of the skies
Punishment from above
Ash on our heads

Wrath of the skies
Punishment from above
Coming down like a grave

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