Atheist - On They Slay
On they slay through clouds of deathNo mercy or no fearThe sound of twisting fleshIs the last thing you will hearTake your final breathYou dying time is nearFear clutching on the threshold of deathSpilling your remains' arroganceThinking of a way you will dieRip through your flesh and through your bones, obeySee you lying limbless, you'll decayFall amongst the dead, on they slayEargerness to kill, the meager presence of their sightYou know your blood will spill, your end's tonightPraying to be saved, now where's your god?Infest your putrid mindDeath calls start tot unwindBeware, for some day soonThey'll come to seal your doom
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