Из альбома: Ode to Quiteus
The vile retribution from crafting the last ceremonial stand
A craving too tempting to bide for, the pain and destruction at hand
Redemption as his chants infects us all, redeeming his failure in life
Consuming with his necromancing controls, cunning and his circle alights
Control - consumed affected heart
Hands out - relieve your weary soul
Command - the executioner releases your potency
Powers will stir in his circle, attracting the souls of the dead
He made out an err in his ritual though, by laying you up on that bed
A study of backgrounds your tale untold, infected by death's mortal cold
By madness be driven by madness controlled, uncontrol stirred in his fold
Control - consumed affected heart
Hands out - relieve your weary soul
Command - the executioner releases your potency
Out of brimston, an army of reeking dead
Resurrecting such madness is fatal, too extensive to comprehend
Control - consumed affected heart
Hands out - relieve your weary soul
Command - the executioner releases your potency
Avenge me, such wit shouldn't fall in such hands
The opportunity sits there, it spits in your face
Out of brimston, an army of reeking dead
Resurrecting such madness is fatal, too extensive to comprehend
And you never cared where allegiance lied,
You brought back your malice to life
Evolution is spinning an era unfold, madness is in control
Avenge me, such wit shouldn't fall in such hands
The opportunity sits there it spits in your face