Lost Boy

Whitechapel - Possibilities Of An Impossible Existance

"The Conqueror"
By Fit For An Autopsy

We'll tear this whole fucking world apart.
Condemn the crown, deny your faith, and kill the messenger.
Embrace the end with open arms.
Watch the sky turn black as we cease to exist.
The sign of the son of man will appear in the sky,
And all of the nations of earth will mourn.
We will tear this fucking world apart, searching for salvation.
We will tear this fucking world apart, in the face of damnation.
We've been given every chance to put an end to this insanity.
Have we lost our faith in god, or has he lost his faith in humanity?
Maybe it is him who does not believe in the ever failing will of man.
The ability to change is but a choice not a destiny placed in our hands.
Punishment for taking every thing for granted.
Never ending sickness, absolute chaos.
All the nations of the earth will mourn.
Pestilence
Famine
War
Hell on Earth
Your day of judgment approaches.
None spared by the hands of the conqueror.
Your day of judgment approaches.
None spared by the hands of the conqueror.
Beneath the wings of the raven.
A new beginning.
Rising from the ashes of toppled empires.
Standing on the broken backs of fallen giants.
We will rejoice in the guilt.
It is our nature to destroy.
We will tear this fucking world apart, searching for salvation.
We will tear this fucking world apart, in face of damnation.
We'll cease to exist.

Fit For An Autopsy - The Conqueror

Fit For An Autopsy - Wrath

Mixed/Mastered by Cody Stewart at Reforce Media

Cody@ReforceMedia.com

The Dialectic- "Follow Me Into Hell"

Design the skyline - Deathgaze, From the album rebirth.

Design The Skyline - Deathgaze

AVERSIONS CROWN - Parasites

Words spoken by false tongues,
You built your throne on broken trust.
Built me up just to break me down,
Your kingdom is a burial ground.

Will there ever be an end to those lies?
Truth and honesty struggle to survive...

Ooh...

A siren's voice, a serpent's spine,
A liar's mask, deceit refined.

You dressed your poison up in grace,
A smile stitched to a hollow face.
Truth bends where your shadows crawl,
But even angels learn to fall.

You chose the blade, then called it fate,
But even traitors learn too late.
Now you stand in the ruins that you made,
Ash in your mouth, nothing left to save.
You see me rise—but it's too late,
Gone are the days that I bowed to your hate.

Oh!

Built me up just to break me down,
Your kingdom is a burial ground.

A crown of ash, built on disguise,
Your shattered words still haunt the skies.

We … will see...

You burned your bridges with your lies,
A soul that’s rotten from inside.
The truth you feared now cuts too deep,
The lies you've sown—they won’t retreat.

You chose the blade, then called it fate,
But even traitors learn too late.
Now you stand in the ruins that you made,
Ash in your mouth, nothing left to save.
You see me rise—but it's too late,
Gone are the days that I bowed to your hate.

Try to break me—
You’ve crossed a line.

You’re just a fake b*tch—
Run for your life.

Whitechapel - Possibilities Of An Impossible Existance

longroadblues