The singing rotted chimeras, of the oozing blood church
Sing their disemboweled hymns, as the somber bell chimes to the dead
Along the pews are dried blood bibles, words of horror and sorrow
Written by men who thought to play God, and reap the values of the meek
As the suicide clocks strike their hands, and the blood soaked ravens take their flight
The blackened sun sets on the streets of acid, and the blissful dread plays as a music box
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
The singing rotted chimeras, of the oozing blood church
Sing their disemboweled hymns, as the somber bell chimes to the dead
Along the pews are dried blood bibles, words of horror and sorrow
Written by men who thought to play God, and reap the values of the meek
As the suicide clocks strike their hands, and the blood soaked ravens take their flight
The blackened sun sets on the streets of acid, and the blissful dread plays as a music box
