Tekst:
Whitechapel A New Era Of Corruption

: Infatuated with the ignorance we all pretend to ignore With the time and preparation I could be a tyrant and ensure the downfall I could easily entice

: I am God For I am not a man nor a machine or the highest soul of immortality I am not you, I am not me Yet I still control all the things that be For

me Even blind ones see through your story Begin on me oh mighty one Destroy me with the powers that be I'm still standing here My heart still beats a

of death is overpowering Though the scent is quite comforting I'm a machine I'm a machine of other worldly capabilities bestowed on the weak I'm a machine

he helped erased He tells me that he can make things right I take his inverted symbol of everlasting life And brand it on his flesh, in between his eyes This is a

: Black Seed of death Hold me in your arms so tight Black seed of death Shower me in your darkest powers I still can hear your voice whispering The

Black Seed of death Hold me in your arms so tight Black seed of death Shower me in your darkest powers I still can hear your voice whispering The

life he helped erased He tells me that he can make things right I take his inverted symbol of everlasting life And brand it on his flesh, in between his eyes This is a

was born into I am alive And here I stand waiting to feel something inside I am rotting away into a state of mind Altered, lethargic, bleeding from the eyes My joints are frozen, a