Last Arms of the Apocalypse

Rain poured on the tombs of the heartless In these lightless days, we all need our children to lick the wounds Cold faceless lambs are brought forward for slaughter Cold faceless lambs were the saviours before our soldiers Nailing their throats to the memories of the fallen Bound by their frostbitten family sin Sailing, keep sailing starboard Slaughter! We're the sharks we're feeding Hold fast! Our children are sleeping Machinery will lead us, forget the insect race These kites will only guide us to the place you'll rest Dear Jesus wilts away Drain one more drop of life from existence We are not the end Our limits set our trends Burn, spit, your last chance to make amends Burn, watch us burn, Ravens tear worms from the ashes Our voices curl, Vampire bats are our medics Listen, we are the chosen few Love, like we were always lovers The bees are afraid to stare The fucker moves in on cunt This world seems not to care We are not the end! Another faithful filled body We are not the end! We're a second chance for oblivion We are not the end! Another faithful filled body We are not the end! When we came across the land, it was so delicate without a crown Among the spiders and their golden webs, protected egos as our blood is shed We are immortal without our souls We are immortal without our souls The rain they cursed it, silk began to blaze Insects standing treason, ignoring our parade We are immortal without our souls We are immortal without our souls