Death Vow - Arsis

To watch and wait in whispers

Within the scald of blisters

Once interned in the dust below

The vengeful one has risen, cold

Entranced and frozen by these eyes

His glare alone could drive the nails and crucify

The snare of flesh confining souls from seed to the gasp

But with vow of the death the soul can escape and be in your grasp

The grave, this world.

Entombment has begun

The grave, this world.

The spell of lord illusion

Divine, our race was sicker within the hex of trickery

Interned in dust beneath this hell will call to our belief

Their faith will be buried alive.

His glare, alone

Will see their breath through a god’s eye

The snare of flesh confining souls from seed to the gasp

But with vow of the death the soul can escape and be in your grasp

The grave, this world

Entombment has begun

The grave, this world

When facades fall, the wreath of barren skin

When 'Old Nick' calls you’ll see what lies within

The folly of second chances and evil claim its own

The filth now romances, interned in dust below

When facades fall, the wreath of barren skin

When 'Old Nick' calls you’ll see what lies within

The grave, this world.

Entombment has begun

The grave, this world.

The spell of lord illusion