Warsphere 歌词

Before me no created things were Save those eternal, and eternal I abide Abandon all hope I'm the sacred, descendant from the skies I'm the hatred, the truthful sin of lies A sphere holds thy one Dropped and drowned Shrouded by unholy flames Flesh to flesh In and out One by one Creatively sliced Despise the heavens Enlighten the cosmos Arise the fallen And form your own creation Slay and pray This is the cry of man This haunted mind Will unveil the seventh sin Despise the heavens Enlighten the cosmos Arise the fallen Deform your own salvation Bleeding our own tears Weeping, and yet we fail to realize That killing has it's own price Upon those who held the warsphere The sphere has fallen And now we rise From the ashes of our long-lost sins The sphere will tell us How we spilled our blood Filling the empty fields with hate and wars