Ancient Prison by The Tenebrian Machine Lyrics

I call upon He who is of shambling flesh
Charred skin, and facelessness
Keeper of torment, keeper of agony
Relinquish my spirit, set my mind free

I call upon He that is vindictive
It is I that will triumph, and you will be the victim
Beg for your death, like I begged for mercy
Beg for your children to be sleeping at home safely

Sinner, be silenced
Your beloved shall perish at the heart of this violence

Catacomb of sorrow, you'll enter in my stead
Rattle your rusted shackles, you are already dead
Scream at the Keeper, scream for your godless existence

Sinner, be silenced
Your beloved shall perish at the heart of this violence

Kiss the sigils, and yearn for death
Search for forgiveness, you'll find
There is nothing left
Clockworth effigy
Addicted to revenue
Violated atrophy fined
Gathering innocence
Finding, there is nothing left
Nothing left, there is nothing left
Nothing left, there is nothing left
Nothing left, there is nothing
I'm nothing, I'm nothing, I'm nothing