Divine Hubris - Inquisitionist

Lost amidst the clock's turn
Futile remarks, dismal contempt
Judgement sewn, guilt is kept
Within misery of existence
Altered perceptions

No longer fear the repercussions of the end
Walk along the empty path with wounds you must tend
No hope of finding a cure to mend
Corruption stitched across hollowed deception
Came forth the strangled weeping connections

Swift movements into dusk
Draped in blackened blood
Bled from plucked eyes
Rejection against what's broken
Gouging from Horus' beak
Gusts of wind, mourn the weak

Walk alone in troublesome doubt
Light of your own torch, the only way out
Follow no one
Follow nothing
Violent times met with subtle ends
Violent times met with subtle ends

Push through the horrid veil
Hold tight the rope of your sail
Yearn for sharpened scythe in a swing of vengeful strife
From the flood of questions with no answers
Within misery of existence
Altered perceptions

No longer fear the repercussions of the end
Walk along the empty path with wounds you must tend
No hope of finding a cure to mend
Corruption stitched across hollowed deception
Came forth the strangled weeping connections

Swift movements into dusk
Draped in blackened blood bled from plucked eyes
Rejection against what's broken
Gouging from Horus' beak
Gusts of wind, mourn the weak

Walk alone in troublesome doubt
Light of your own torch, the only way out
Follow no one
Follow nothing
Violent times met with subtle ends
Follow no one
Follow nothing
Violent times met with subtle ends
Met with violent ends

Push through the horrid veil
With no fear of a concept that fails
Yearn for sharpened scythe in a swing of vengeful strife
Left in the wake of treacherous sleep
Plagued by mocking eyes in the moment
A question in the moment of conscious dreams

Written by:
Eddie Hulen, Michael Hylands, Sean Satterfield, Stephen Carter, Trent Parsons

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