Redemption in the City of Death

We've foreseen what it means to kill
Stepped into the mind of the rotted remorseless
The screams echo
Silence forbidden
Chant of the masses grips the chord to our soul,

Your grave's been forged from a mouth of a stone
With a hand that tears your skin right off your bone,

Swim amongst the balance, between light and dark
What once was lost, has now been marked
I've come to feed, feast on the cries, that flow, endlessly.

Let us be drowned in the depths of despair
Calling forth
The bestial instincts of man
Rend flesh from bone