Soulless And Broken - Thyrane

You, beacon of sanctimonious righteousness, consolation prize for vulnerable

souls

Primordial vengeance you shall feel, at the end of your days

The only warmth will be hellfire’s sweet blaze

We’ll pull you to insane shadows, beyond the wall of sleep

We’ll decorate your soul and spirit, by the satanic torment against the

lamenting sheep

In the deepest caverns within mind, dwells the subliminal need to convert the

sheeps

Deprivation of emotion, with knife, conversion leading to suicide

It’s raining blood in heaven on the day of doom

Scent of innocence turns to reek of putrefaction

Since the day when virgin cunt defocated the icon of weakness

Has the lands been as verminous grave

Soulless and broken by profane agony

Struggling and yielding before insanity

Soulless and broken by profane agony

Sculptures in flesh, terrorized mind and soul filled with fathomless horror

This is your destiny, feel the fucking pain now!

Close the gates for tomorrow, triumphant are we who oppose