Post-Enlightenment Executor - Fleshgod Apocalypse

Hard and strenuous is the fate of whom

In the void of his soul

Searches something that he can’t ever reach, cult

Punishment for the masses

Horrible hellish grief

Infinite grinding anguish

Corruption of the writs

You must deny

Once in the storm you’ll be filled by the coils

Of a mishearing rule of the unwise

Lost in the haze of illusory prayers

You are forced to inhale your despair, cult

Prejudice made pretence segregation of the law

Gorgons and preachers, pour themselves in deadly pits

Shiver of an ultimate all-damnation in the storm

Your impatience to reach an incoherence facing fear

Samned by assentence to something unmerciful

Full with pain of chocking obstinate and dreadful sins

I devastate cults

As the oracles lie

I starve with my scorn

Humiliating your failing god,

Where I march I evage

Exorcism of seed of madness is lost

In the depths of your pain

Morbid anthems of decaying purity, cult

Indoctrination’s striding

Moves like a nemesis

Intoxication crisis

Rejected neurosis

Destroy the wretched