He Is Disease

My son of mine
The gods play
Love makes us pray
To my god
The only thing we have
Is his bloody breath
On his own
I'm coming for you
I'll burn in flames
For his wicked god

Ahh
It's a gruesome spectacle
As they dance on a bed of fire

No moral degrees
No moral decrees
Only acting on infinite stances
A shapeless figure
Casts the seed
That stains those of us
Perverse naked
With violent disease

Magic comes into the world
Wreaking havoc
Wrath and ruin
In apathy of
Wreaking havoc
Wrath and ruin
In apathy of

Is the mirror of the sun
Is the mirror of the sun

Screams of vengeance
Stalwart defenders
Vendetta in a curious way

Love and spite
And neglect
For the burning bride
Our burning bride

Screams of vengeance
Stalwart defenders
Vendetta in a curious way
Love and spite
And neglect
For the burning bride
Our burning bride

Love and spite
And neglect
Love and spite
And neglect
Love and spite
And neglect
Love and spite
And neglect

Mind of a lapse
He is diseased
Sickly woes
And shattered dreams
Mind of a lapse
He is diseased
Sickly woes
And shattered dreams