Fleshgod Apocalypse

Hard and strenuous is the fate of whom
In the void of his soul
Searches something that he can't ever reach, cult
Punishment for the masses
Horrible hellish grief
Infinite grinding anguish
Corruption of the writs
You must deny
Once in the storm you'll be filled by the coils
Of a mishearing rule of the unwise
Lost in the haze of illusory prayers
You are forced to inhale your despair, cult
Prejudice made pretence segregation of the law
Gorgons and preachers, pour themselves in deadly pits
Shiver of an ultimate all-damnation in the storm
Your impatience to reach an incoherence facing fear