The whites of their eyes are flush with devil's bloodIt was all too visceral to deceive - to lay to waste our ownNo - nothing can save us - this pestilence will deliver us to our endOur cancers rise - a passage paved - the imminence of wrathIt was all too visceral to deceive - to lay to waste our ownNo - nothing can save us - this pestilence will deliver us to our endNow haunted by the mark of deathFrom the tombs of five belowThe gathering of arms has fed and grown the highest flamesOur cancers rise and call on the demons of wrathNow you see that see that it was all too visceral to deceive - to lay to waste our ownNo - nothing can save us - this pestilence will deliver us to our endWe're on the road to oblivionWhere the huntress knows no boundsWe're on the road to oblivionFrom the tombs of five belowWe're on the road to oblivionThe whites of our eyes are flush with devil's bloodEyes flush with devil's bloodOn the brink of the six end of lifeEyes flush with devil's blood
