Wrath

Fit For An Autopsy

Rise
 I shall rise on these heathen wings
 Upon
 The fall of his entangled woes
 Flames
 The cold embrace of the beast that swallows worlds
 Truth
 Thats raping all I reign

 Stripping all the faith from the disease you have created

 A new beginning causing chaos for the human race
 A cleansing of the weak and feeble
 The ones unable to release their righteous ways
 Saving themselves from the game of lies

 We will strike down all the angels
 Strike down
 Self righteous fools now rise

 I shall rise on these heathen wings
 Flames
 The cold embrace of the beast that swallows worlds

 You alone have been led to believe in certain ways
 And I am forthright in my deliverance of pain
 I am calling out to you, who cannot hear
 I sift through the sands of man
 To end the work of demons