1912 Lyrics


Sleep, Under the envious

Moon oh my love, til the end i will lust

For the beauty in your

Sleep, cold and alone thy love

I'm taking your soul, the beauty the whole

And I'm ravaging your sleep

Ohh, why don't they just let me know

The end of all, the night upon

The shadows they must grow

Split the wick, the pale light is cast

So its room to room, as the evil looms

This feeding must be had, lie in wake

I've taken all the light

No reflection on the walls to spawn

The death of my own ghastly sight

Down upon their heads, watch the blood pour forth from

Every bed. Upon the floor they pool

They'd scream if they

Had the chance to tell their story

Just another life, another strewn out for the crowds delight

Tells another tale of a severed eye

Another crushed skull and I've washed the night off

I run these rails and I'm all

The night it calls upon

1912, eight to hell

The bells foretold oh the sigal of light

But they death they hold shows the darkness of night

Oh the torture

I swing the axe, it's the penance you pay

World in decline, such a fallacy they say

It's the way, these young ones must pay

Pay for the sins of our fathers wicked ways

Clean this home, of all the shame

And never reconsume the death they bring

Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill

What the fuck

What you gonna do burn anyway

Can't thing of a better way to say, just another lost hope

Hanging on the ropes, you'll never see another day anyway

No more, not a single thing you can say, but just slay

I'll take it all of this pain, it can all go away

Every bed. Upon the floor they pool

They'd scream if they

Had the chance to tell their story

Just another life, another strewn out for the crowds delight

Tells another tale of a severed eye

Another crushed skull and I've washed the night off

I run these rails and I'm all

The night it calls upon

1912, eight to hell

The bells foretold oh the sigal of light

But they death they hold shows the darkness of night

Oh the torture

I swing the axe, it's the penance you pay

World in decline, such a fallacy they say

It's the way, these young ones must pay

Pay for the sins of our fathers wicked ways

Are they innocent? No more, they bleed until I slay no more

Will the end be grim for them? I say let the axe say when

The skulls give way, and they

Lay still in the jealous moon

And the sun reveals the truth

That the crowd consumes

I swing the axe, it's the penance you pay

World in decline, such a fallacy they say

It's the way, these young ones must pay

Pay for the sins of our fathers wicked ways