Ascending کے بول

The reek of blood The pungent flesh Oh God how you try me (but) thy will be done (so) I can become Guide my blade Culling thy flock Thy work is my burden (but) thy will be done (so) I can become I gave them salvation Though in their dying eyes I see no comprehension God works in mysterious ways I must show devotion As I carve their sins away Each death gets me closer My glorious resurrection The reek of blood The pungent flesh Oh God how you try me Thy will be done So I can become Guide my blade Culling thy flock Thy work is my burden Thy will be done So I can become Oh lord, your voice has withered Have I strayed from your path? Is Satan the architect of my redemption The entrails holds no answer