Ascension Of The Vile

A final appeal to dispose this bane
Is there no light to conceal my pain

Beauty will fade and youth will decay
all you reveal will be lead astray
Time restrains you
Life will taint you
Everything descends

Time will haunt you
Death will taunt you
and the only reward
is an end

The king sits on his throne of limbs
The war-worn masses forced to worship him

We chose our fate with failure entwined
The great abortion, thou art mankind

Time will haunt you
Death will taunt you
and the only reward
is an end

We hang on this cross for ourselves
No one to take the blame
There is no way to atone
I'd sell my goddamn soul for a single drop of rain

Last call for the dance of the damned
and the Ascension of the Vile

If you could scream would somebody hear
If you would dare, would anyone care?