Dead In The Brine

Aeons have passed through the clasp of pain And bowed to fate's empowering will It all started with the Sumerian priests The rites of Babylon Hatred grew when only the few we're allowed my salvation Mystery - the taste of euphoria blew and fellated with rusty nails The whole time they were fooled as their mouths quickly drooled at the sight of my plague they've wrought Next it passed to Romans fools and then the Israeli The holy roman empire ruled at the hands of my catholic church - My leash Dead in the brine - Their tombstones sent Ticking time it quickly was spent as the dark ages accrued Inquisitions and holy wars grew Worship me or die If they only knew I sit and laughed uncontrollably - revelation was the book that so warned of me Writhe in pain, let them hang - As they suck on me If they only knew I could see them approach with theirs ships from afar Their destiny to manifest bought With sickness surmounting at a all new high decimation of the natives now on neigh And why? To be them? To free them from fate? Or to further their income gain? Indeed Dead in the brine - Their tombstone's sent Dead in the brine - No time to repent Bring upon the storm of the final battle and dread's dark altars Even after all the pain received they still believe in me When Gog and Magog - My partners in destruction gather in destruction gather in place to further the assumption Temporary achievement through material and weakness Their Achilles heel Dead in the brine - It was their fate --- Dead In The Brine - Enfold Darkness