The Great Purge

The great purge is bringing terror
Growing bones are piling high

And then I see you
Between the tear fall
Your darkened lips are full
And stained by wine

My lonely tunnel
My faded dream
It still grows warm
But further than it seems

A face like your own
Through a cloud and you can't see
Uncovered stones
Form the words that make me

Clear the land of all believers
And avoid the mastermind

And then I hear you
Inside then nightfall
Your well-known skin
Is warm and by my side

A face like your own
Through a cloud and you can't see
Uncovered stones
Form the words that make me

Wipe the creature from the face of earth
Rid the demon off his feet
End the reign of his existence
Bury the man, bury his dream

Bow down
Bow down
Bones of saints are found
Behold
Behold
Beware of men that are too proud
Ashes to ashes
Crosses to graves
Holy burial ground
Drown... Drown
Where are they now?
Where are they now?

Descend to darkness
Descend to darkness
Descend to madness
Descend to madness