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Send Me To Hell

from The Harrowing by King of Tyrus

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lyrics

You call this perfection?
‘cause the angels, they’re all callin’ for divine intervention
And we’re all thinkin’ of fallin’ to the edge of your creation,
that which you have neglected
We will make, for ourselves, a world
One you’d have dissected

We are the movers and the shakers of the future generations
We see only that the end result be weighted in our favor
And if it isn’t we stomp our feet to rouse a revolution,
gnashing our teeth at the throats of our saviors
Who strive for balance in the wake of the world’s end:
Pathetic poetic prophets of lesser words and
weak words make weak bones break
I am Abbadon, fucking shake as I speak

Oh it’s the world that moves like a river
down low, where the waters don’t whisper
But roar out like a demon
Calling for the heads
Of its maker's children

Witness an exodus right in front of us
Follow the blood in their prints with your eyes
to the gates, to the walls, to towers
The air is burning
It’s all breaking
Carry everything home, but nothing’s worth taking

Nothing’s worth taking

All our possessions, possessed by the fire
All our wings singed black in the folly
Now hear our voices call loudly

Oh it’s the world that moves like a river
down low, where the waters don’t whisper
But roar out like a demon
Calling for the heads
Of its maker's children

Send. Me. To. Hell
‘cause the high path’s height’s overrated
The scene’s dull and the people sedated
I wash my hands of this fucking madness
But, my passion's bottle-necked in the green
where, the seeds of the earth are planted
over the ground on which you stand cattle-branded
My hands rest at the table of Athens

where we discuss the likes of tyrants in the Vatican
We wipe our mouths with pages ripped from the Quran
There’s children playing music at the burning
And we all find its melody soothing
Save Death, when she comes a’knocking,
finding no king and nothing for the taking
Witness Hell as she comes to bury
the disemboweled, twitching corpse of a deity

I hold no quarter with the lynching of a god
I’ll tie the noose and toss your ass from Olympus,
breaking your neck just like the promises of old
Lick your wounds like Mary’s pussy and see
if any of us care and why the fuck would we?
The way I see it we’re all paying homage to a voyeur
and that’s enough to throw The Word of God into the fire.
And your sheep, we’ll throw them all into the fire!

I’ll fucking burn before I kneel

Send. Me. To. Hell.

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from The Harrowing, released October 31, 2014

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