Fall Below

I await the day of beckoning
When your kingdom shall below
I feed the flames with your words
As you taste their devoted flesh
Deep into the
Depths of depravity
I will not mourn
The loss of your flesh
Nothing is tempting me
Before no one I will kneel
I abhor the oppression from divinity
It is only for the wicked creed
I see through your absolution
As your creation erodes and bleed
Deep into the
Depths of depravity
I will not mourn
The loss of your flesh
Nothing is tempting me
Before no one I will kneel