Name: under the weather (DEMO) by klique
Duration: 2 min 42 s
Description: appala post-punk? new shit, working on some more stuff like this hope you guys enjoi

HELLWAY

Walk with Me

appala post-punk? new shit, working on some more stuff like this hope you guys enjoi

under the weather (DEMO)

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Lyrics:

Light the torches 
Gotta burn the bitch up 
Atone for the sins that you’ve brought to our cities 
The gutters flowing with the blood of the cowards
Hanging from the cross while you close your shudders 
Ready the men
Gonna string the demon up
There is no penance for abomination 
I will run my blade from your mouth to your cunt
Gather round it’s a good ol’ fashioned witch hunt

Drag you out of your fucking homes
You think your body is yours, but through the light of the lord, it is god’s to fucking own
I’m the prophet of vindication
Although my body is sore from every swing of the sword 
These are gods decapitations 

Skinned alive

Everyone claims innocence with a rope around their neck
Sinners mutter prayers with their hands tied behind their back 
Our faith it fuels the fire, and we shall praise him with the choir 
of all these harlottes burning deep into the night 
I praise you

One by one we’ll hang them all
The sight will chill the bones of the devil himself
I am a warrior of the lord
I send thee to hell 
Jezebel, Heretical, 
I smite thee

If your so fond of your god
I’ll lend you passage to his gates
Let’s see how much skin comes off before you denounce your faith
I will not repent for your ignorance 
You have decided to live your life blinded by it
I will revel in the sounds that you make as the witches are stealing your eyelids 
Look at me
I will show you the evil you thought you saw in me
Your cast in judgment self fulfilled your fucking prophecy 
You will be begging for hell but I won’t let you slip until I see it fit
How does it feel to be flayed to the bone ‘cause you lost in the hunt of the witch

under the weather (DEMO)

klique

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