Life Deceiver - Archaios

Growing, my hunger for the hill

Burning, the pleasure of the thrill

I carry the chains of ages of hate

Breaking up all that’s divine

The blessed or the dammed is the same to my grasp

But I need on human lies

Children of the night seeking victims in the light

Haunting streets of dark, full of flesh’s delight

The dawning hides the sinners and the massacres beyond

Ascending life of sorrow, filled with human blood

Homicide of prophets in the breaking of the dawn

Calling for their savior, answering is none

From below the shadows these demonic figures rise

Killing all in sight, tearing soul apart

Staring at its next prey

Rabid frown in fire

Anger blast in sight

Bodies harped in piles

Feasting over man’s flesh

Internal reigning evil

You’ll pray over your own grave

And cry at life’s deceiver

Growing, my hunger for the hill

Burning, the pleasure of the thrill

I sentence the souls of many breeds

To my grand divine inferno

I’m hunger, I’m light, I’m shadows and lust

For my burden is eternal