Rope to Tie - Caedere

Never there will be a new dawn

As you forecast your own fate

Your glorious act in life

This tragedy draws to a come

Gore to banish fear!

Internal malfunction as the entrails falls out

Derived from the malignant coagulation

Rope to tie, time to die

Face your god, we taste your blood

Choking convulsion as you gasp life away out

Hanging tight as you consume your ultimate fame

Rope to tie, your final lie

Due to rot, is this all you got?

Gore to banish fear!

/i When you — feel the tragic urge

Close to — insanity to emerge

Clouded — not to think straight

Driven to — suffocation

Hate to all fake, cause you’re to blame

Sick awareness to purify

Tormentor of squashed diseased brains

Attracting flies to infected lobs

A silent reminder by your epitaph

New sunrise in the afterlife

If there will be one

Enclosure of the body and mind

Gore to banish fear!

/i When you — feel the tragic urge

Close to — insanity to emerge

Clouded — not to think straight

Driven to — suffocation

Gore to banish fear!