Ebb Of Digression (New Lyrics!)
For those who don't know, I play in a death metal band. In the absence of role-playing, I've pitted all of my energies into songwriting. Here's my latest; throw some critique at me:
I have tailored the end
By means of revolution, the fists of the people will speak
On high ground I stand
Where every footfall beats through my corrupted flesh
Our roots will weave together
In the wake of your plague, cohesive ideas pass judgment on pitiful man
The drums of war
Battle cries ring in unison, screaming for smoke and terror
Nothing you conjure will conquer this day
Your impact shadows your intent
Deceit; dichotomy
You are
Weak; struggling
Breathe
Disease; suffering
The seals of the sun will be your grand jury
And I, the witness
I, the witness
Scribe of the punishment, writ with your black, congealed ebb of digression
The flow of progression
No place for false intention on the ground I stand
Clouds of ash will smudge the marble skies
Tarnish what footing you have left
Prosecutor
Pariah
Prosecutor
Pariah
Though I am man, my ideas transcend your narrow plane
Accessory of extinction
The sun will wane
Set forth by the wake
Rust will rain
Precipitating blades
Piercing your bloated flesh
Blood will cleanse
Blood will cleanse
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