Enchiridion - Doomsday (For Our Sins) | Текст песни

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• Doomsday (For Our Sins)

Watch and feed my towering tree
With each scar you give to me
Feed the earth with seeds of evil
Harvest the soil, your spreading deceit

Here you stand in the garden of sin
Imprisoned and slowly crumbling within
This is the wage of your snitched liberty
Now face your traumatic destiny

Darkness shall rise
Painting the sky
Drown in demise
The enemy inside

Tortured souls speaks to thee
Cause your soul a spiral of grief
Trapped forever in this void, still unseen
Your guilty deeds can't be washed clean

Echoes of your repenting cries
Slowly consumed by your insincere lies
Stumble over your persecutive root
Invisible until the day of doom

Darkness shall rise
Painting the sky
Conquer your pride
Witness and decide

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