كلمات Ascension Of The Vile

A final appeal to dispose this bane Is there no light to conceal my pain Beauty will fade and youth will decay all you reveal will be lead astray Time restrains you Life will taint you Everything descends Time will haunt you Death will taunt you and the only reward is an end The king sits on his throne of limbs The war-worn masses forced to worship him We chose our fate with failure entwined The great abortion, thou art mankind Time will haunt you Death will taunt you and the only reward is an end We hang on this cross for ourselves No one to take the blame There is no way to atone I'd sell my goddamn soul for a single drop of rain Last call for the dance of the damned and the Ascension of the Vile If you could scream would somebody hear If you would dare, would anyone care?