Chil-

dren

of

the

clo-

ven

hoof,

Bathe

the

cross

in

your

fa-

ther's

blood.

Un-

ho-

ly

pries-

tess

de-

li-

ver

us.

Glo-

ry

from

a

poi-

soned

mouth.

Formed

un-

der-

neath

the

Earth.

Pri-

so-

ner

of

pu-

ri-

fied

dirt.

It

grows,

It

grows.

Try

to

hide

your

ter-

ror,

but

it

shows.

The

blood

so-

li-

di-

fies.

The

plants

and

a-

ni-

mals

die.

This

ground

is

cursed.

Sprea-

ding

for

mi-

les

un-

der

the

Earth.

No

shel-

ter

from

the

fu-

ry.

The

end

of

all

things.

I-

ne-

vi-

ta-

ble.

I-

ne-

vi-

ta-

ble.

(See-

ing

God)

No

shel-

ter

from

the

fu-

ry.

The

end

of

all

things.

I-

ne-

vi-

ta-

ble.

In-

do-

mi-

ta-

ble.

We

di-

dn't

sell

our

souls,

we

gave

them

up

for

free.

We

fear

the

dark,

but

it's

the

light

that

ex-

po-

ses

the

true

hor-

rors

of

this

world.

Catch

your

breath.

Clutch

your

chest.

Catch

your

breath.

Drop

fuc-

king

dead.

Drop.

Drop

fuc-

king

dead.

Ga-

zing

in-

to

no-

thing

we

final-

ly

may

see

the

truth.

No

shel-

ter

from

the

fu-

ry.

The

end

of

all

things.

I-

ne-

vi-

ta-

ble.

In-

do-

mi-

ta-

ble.

Where

do

your

lo-

yal-

ties

lie?

This

ver-

sion

of

the

world

e-

xists

out

of

spite.

Where

do

your

lo-

yal-

ties

lie?

I

sit

and

smi-

le

that's

what

you're

worth,

you

die.