Scriptures Asunder (Scratch Take)

Compromise, recognize The fact of what's discovered Understand, analyze The secrets now uncovered Immortal are the ones who reign from Underneath the well of sorrow and Imminent plunder Quelled by the gaze Of the Sun and its haze Armed, protruding its rays Mere feed For the ones who reign from under We die by their hands As we abandon the Crimson Horde Led to the flame By one another Die by my hand Scriptures asunder Breath put to waste By their own mothers Dead by their hands Scriptures asunder, torn and scattered Quelled in this maze The longer I wait The longer I stay Nevermore is there a point We see what we must do As we fight against ourselves In our descendance from the zealot realm Mere feed For the ones who reign from under We die by their hands As we abandon our only home Led to the flame By one another Die by my hand Scriptures asunder Breath put to waste By their own mothers Dead by their hands Scriptures asunder, drowning in water Whales Feasting on the holy shell Of the might zealot realm In which no devil can escape Why Must we all be made to die If we choose to live our lives The way we want until it's time to go A cultist need to breach the mind Together as one, we face our time The clock ticks as we smash every last Record of our existence to the ground Nobody can hear a sound over the force The source of our cries shall never be known We come together once more To serve the depressive mode of our true beings The tribe of Homicidal Suicidal Pesticidal Rats has finally fallen apart Go Led to the flame by one another