Forever Bloom Testo
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Testo Forever Bloom
Raise the banner over the conquered and defiled
Undying plague at be, a control like sorcery
Oh, have we fallen into the abyss?
Unfurling the blackened agenda
Housed within a beautiful chrysalis
The body of the titan broken
The joke of existence rocks in the cradle
Merely a twisted fable
Damnation to us all? Damnation to us all?
Come forth
Grovel before this poisoned earth
The seeds of doom were sewn
Now blooms forth toxic scum
Underneath the weeping sun
Will this reign ever be undone?
Conquest of the weak
No victory for the evil ones
Open the floodgates to the end
To the end, to the end!
So you think you deserve your life
Let me be the one to deny it
None of us deserve the breath we draw from within our lungs
No sympathy for the fallen, no retribution for what we've become
Sitting at the right hand of the cursed one
A horror so divine, a story old as time Sitting at the right hand of the cursed one
A horror so divine, swallowing souls 'til the end of time
The seeds of doom were sewn
Now blooms forth toxic scum
Underneath the weeping sun
Will this reign ever be?
This doom (This doom)
Every single soul must reconcile their fate
Such certain doom (Such certain doom)
We bastards foul begat of mother's rape
Undying plague at be, a control like sorcery
Oh, have we fallen into the abyss?
Unfurling the blackened agenda
Housed within a beautiful chrysalis
The body of the titan broken
The joke of existence rocks in the cradle
Merely a twisted fable
Damnation to us all? Damnation to us all?
Come forth
Grovel before this poisoned earth
The seeds of doom were sewn
Now blooms forth toxic scum
Underneath the weeping sun
Will this reign ever be undone?
Conquest of the weak
No victory for the evil ones
Open the floodgates to the end
To the end, to the end!
So you think you deserve your life
Let me be the one to deny it
None of us deserve the breath we draw from within our lungs
No sympathy for the fallen, no retribution for what we've become
Sitting at the right hand of the cursed one
A horror so divine, a story old as time Sitting at the right hand of the cursed one
A horror so divine, swallowing souls 'til the end of time
The seeds of doom were sewn
Now blooms forth toxic scum
Underneath the weeping sun
Will this reign ever be?
This doom (This doom)
Every single soul must reconcile their fate
Such certain doom (Such certain doom)
We bastards foul begat of mother's rape
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