Feel the ones
That feed on us
A parasite
Of guilt and lust
A burden of hate and doubt
That feeds within our thoughts
What was a piercing emptiness
Sinners and slaves
None will be saved
For the golden gates they yearn
Yet in torment they burn
Save us, forgive us
Condemn us, now fear us
I can see we are the disease
We are a plague to this world
And our demise will soon unfold
Will soon unfold…
Feel the ones
That feed on us
A parasite
Of guilt and lust
A burden of hate and doubt
That eats at our soul
What was, what is
A piercing emptiness
Bane of sorrow
Bane of flesh
The mortal curse
Let pain caress
(Solo – Aston)
(Solo – Farrington)
(Solo – Aston)
Unholy wounds
With scars entombed
Birthed from fire
Within hells womb
Sinners and slaves
None will be saved
For the golden gates they yearn
Yet in torment they burn