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Where Angels Go, Demons Follow Lyrics - Incurso - Spawn Of Possession

Welcome you fool of blunder, insert rite of nether dreams 

Sheep or leader, your worth equals filth 

I grant illusions of purging flesh no dog shall be spared 

 

Pollution I carry unsuspected 

Erupted sanity I hereby sell you reign 

Fallen figures on their knees cry sacrilegious 

Enticed by fruits of life as death was sent to collect 

 

Silent praying spreads through the air without response 

Storm of sick and wealth 

Lights go out, stunning chill, waves of sin brought to kill 

Screams eroding panic explodes to their delight 

Storm of sick and wrath 

 

Fair angels demons follow, where there is grace they shall nest 

To smear their loathing and put them to rest 

Wings of gold ripped off cold left dead without a soul 

Upon dethroning their glory, a bleeding fist 

 

Bereft of life indeed 

Ripe and sweet, birth out of grain 

Rotting meat all that remains, sin may bring relief 

 

Witness in awe the sight of celebration 

Plow through it all, find nothing but deception 

 

Leap into the furnace flames attack in numbers, let them stroke 

Sanctimony breeds here undisturbed for reasons, no one knows and no one will 

Darkness leads, eminent in gifts levitate and shifts 

Watched from below transformed and flawed 

No ones left behind pain is here to stay these last of days 

 

Silent praying spreads through the air without response 

Storm of sick and wrath 

Lights go out, stunning chill, waves of sin brought to kill 

Screams eroding panic explodes to their delight 

Storm of sick and wrath 

 

Thief of them all portrayed as distant somber 

Hence they shall fall, provoked and in time to reap the call 

Fair angels demon follow, where there is grace they shall nest 

To smear their loathing and put them to rest 

Wings of gold ripped off cold left dead without a soul 

Upon dethroning their glory, a bleeding fest 

All thats left dies here with sorrow, where angels go demons follow 

Declining not shining deep is the pit where they all now sleep. 

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