The Executioner - Stormcast

Eruption of the senses

Has taken over me

Favoring all the hatred with generous vibes

Another form of outburst

Restrained by chains

Malfunctioning all common sense

And leading all compassion to demise

Shed my skin as blood runs cold

Revealing of the misanthrope

Enough is enough, i’ll take the first shot

Where life has failed, death shall not

Denial the way to pluck your claws

Obsession infesting your thoughts

Lust, the new wave of control

Silence, so pure, come forth

SILENCE COME FORTH

Denial the way to pluck your claws

Obsession infesting your thoughts

Lust, the new wave of control

Silence, so pure, come forth

A streak of dark desire

Pieces of humanity falling apart

Illucid faith, rotting misconception

Nothing is left to grasp

Shed my skin, as blood runs cold

The executioner has taken his throne

Monstrous, vile, diabolical plot

Where life has failed, death shall not