Recession

Immersed In Blood

Compositor: Immersed in Blood

Redundant enfeeblement, penetrating the golden sphere of your putrid omission
Dimensional decree, jinxed perceptions
Vivid impressions, twisted ejected and obligated

Recession

The index of my 11th finger counts towards the downfall of your fucking being
The tower of your remnants falls apart,
Like the rest of your pathetic world
There are no angelic powers that can save you now
They are all extinguished, forgotten and evaporated
Reaching, touching the crust of the power child
That i amshining with purity

Recesion

There are no angelic powers that can save you now
They are all extinguished, forgotten and evaporated