Second Death

Transform within the nest
Or you will be met with the human fate
You’re all born part of the disease
Salvation waits
Accept the remedy
If you wish to live
Then you must shed your skin
And wash your sins away
All the world’s a graveyard
I’ll resurrect the dead
And wash your sins away
Rise from your sleep
Feast on the weak
Act as the wolves amongst the sheep
The tyrant kings of history
Pulling the strings, I reap your legacy
Extinction comes
As the second wave emerges from the soil
They’ll swallow you whole
Ancient beasts will consume you bone for bone
Young boy, don’t you see
That I am the king?
I am the king of kings
So do you choose metamorphosis
Or do you choose death?
If you wish to live
Then you must shed your skin
And wash your sins away
All the world’s a graveyard
I’ll resurrect the dead
And wash your sins away
Rise from your sleep
Feast on the weak
Act as the wolves amongst the sheep
The tyrant kings of history
Pulling the strings, I reap your legacy