Goatwhore - I Avenge Myself Lyrics

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Escape the lethal teeth of faith

This snarling mouth that bleeds words of this darkness

A binding obsession for the last grasp of air

Procession in plagued blood below this horizon

Embrace this stain of un-divine

Torture of sickness in consumed

Helpless in offering of this confession

Kiss of this lifeless transfer

Escape these rites of the sky

These torn wings of the defied

Force this silent murder of spoken praise

Beneath the regions of cold and flame

Birthed from cold blood

Symbolism of tainted thought in blood filled eyes

Sinister laugh of disfigured ideals, these hands were bound by nails

My lips are glazed with words of rebirth in praise of death

I grasp for air in the submergence of my own sin

Clinical silence for the seed of disease

Prelude to self divine assassination

Breathless in ruin by the force of havoc

Crawl with thorns adorned in punishment

Hallucinogenic transfer in the precursor to hell

The dark god and his desire whisper in transcendence

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Worship in slave tongue, cold breath of the flame

These scorns of reincarnating the black void

Rust covered blades of this atonement

The modeling of pain for torturers

Hell's architecture of the human mind

These hands were once drowned in blood

Redeem this desecration

Soaring on wings of despise, divine image burns my eyes

Sinister hands of restructure, feverish mold cast in flame

Bodies descend in sky of death, cruelty of disease shall swallow breath

Trial beneath great lake of ice, forsaken lives of sin in sacrifice

I give into the embrace of agony

I am sinless within my own sin

Accommodate this pain to preserve myself

I must bleed my own infection of the light

These burning wings of failure for this helpless prayer savior

This breath of sulfur before death in altered divinity of wrath

Legion in mirror like creation, carrier of the great plague

I kneel for this final redemption, failing in countless sick prayers

The hand of war raised from the blood of the fallen angels

This skinned god of empty souls birthing disorder

An altar of suicide in this timeless torment

Current of life lost swallows me, inhaling my breath

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