Conquest : Writhe کے بول

Shifting eyes turn with shade Slave, a false entity I saw their hearts flood with ashen dusk Liars, scorn of foul delight Forgive me father, for I am sin I rejoiced triumphantly As goodness turned away and shut It's bleak and weary eyes This manifest of fundaments I trusted you to see Buried stark and tepid will Come to life, oh fill with empathy Smiteful bearer of hypocrisy You shall crush beneath the sky Damn your frantic bigotry Remorseless, we shall win You shall see