Devian

Hand of blood - still sacreligious I'll
Watch the blood, how it floods
Through sands of time - sworn belly of scorn
Sworn by death, by grimes
And plague will rise from the land of the sun where the misery speaks
And the angel of light are the wolves
For those who see fatalities, for those who fear no noose
Liquefy, annihilate or suffer the fools
Hand of wrath - grave cannot be saved
Watch the spawn, on and on