Widowmaker - Psyclon Nine

Disease flows from thy lips into the mouths of our young

Unblacken our eyes, breathe the decease from our lungs

Venomous kiss stealing lie from thy most silver tongue

From the grim most serrated the light of the serpents song sung

All that you wanted to be: coming closer and closer to me

From the grin most serrated our will is created

Will sewing seed of the blackest of free flowing blood

Now that they’re gone we are dead to this world

Giving praise to the beast, heathen slave to the earth

Stand before me for it is now that your souls shall be judged

Stand before me for it is now that your souls shall be judged

Kneeling before the angel in skin of sin

Never enough to disguise the beauty without and within

For i am the fire and i am the flame that shall rid the world of torture and

pain

Spreading wing of bitter ash of the fallen who ist rise again

Ego sum angelus nex, belial fatur per mini meus lacuna

Vestri deus est mortuus, mancipium iam ut orbis terrerum

Kneeling before the angel in skin of sin

Never enough to disguise the beauty without and within

For i am the fire and i am the flame that shall rid the world of torture and

pain

Spreading wing of bitter ash of the fallen who ist rise again

I am I am I am the: this is the end

Kneeling before the angel in skin of sin

Never enough to disguise the beauty without and within

For i am the fire and i am the flame that shall rid the world of torture and

pain

Spreading wing of bitter ash of the fallen who ist rise again

I am I am I am the: this is the end