Julius Seizure
I am your prophet of pain; the pulpit insane #1
I am the one of which you cannot speak
I am the one of freakish dementia
Priests, scholars and scarecrows
give into the madness
as it reaps and shows the end
of the world through your hands,
only to bring it under command
chorus.
It is time to rend as fate demands
possessing the fingers of the damned #2
the hatred being the biggest key
to waking up and killing what you see
repeat chorus.
Inward turned, your body burned
as those that do are falling
behind me they are falling dead #3
to always remind me
repeat chorus.
Take me away or become my slave
I am damn cruel so harsh to rule us
stab me down, O’ Brutus
beware those idle marching hands #4
repeat chorus.
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