Apostles to the Grave by Pyrexia Lyrics

Vultures
Feed on open wounds
Torn off, feed on the blood stream
Bastard, from wrath on the inside
Petrified, by the face in the mirror
Burdened, feel the misery
Punishing, soul extinguishing
Tortured, feel the burning eyes
Decide, mass hysteria

Control
Breaking, overload, sanity, decimate
Proclamation
Warfare, the former days oppress you
Cemetery
Apostles to the grave

Born again, mortal
Everything is dying
You can not see
Your eyes are blinded
A pox upon you and your kind
Bread and spirits
Cut of distortion
To enter the kingdom
Sing into sadness
Silent and pure, the final condition
Quiet and listen, digest the words
The songs of salvation
Spoiled religion, forcible rule
The act of contrition

Raise my soul
The terrible things of me
Burning lies
Take apart your generation
The days are last, to fake your way upon the journey
Your faith is lost
Spawning
Mutilation

Torture, rage, madness
Broken, glorified, sadness
The horror, flames
Dehumanized
Growth spurned
Descent
Abolish