SPAWN OF POSSESSION - "Where Angels Go Demons Follow" video free download

SPAWN OF POSSESSION - "Where Angels Go Demons Follow" taken from the album

'Incurso'

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Lyrics:

Welcome you fool of blunder, insert rite of nether dreams

Sheep or leader, your worth equals filth

I grant illusions of purging flesh no dog shall be spared

Pollution I carry unsuspected

Erupted sanity I hereby sell you reign

Fallen figures on their knees cry sacrilegious

Enticed by fruits of life as death was sent to collect

Silent praying spreads through the air without response

Storm of sick and wealth

Lights go out, stunning chill, waves of sin brought to kill

Screams eroding panic explodes to their delight

Storm of sick and wrath

Fair angels demons follow, where there is grace they shall nest

To smear their loathing and put them to rest

Wings of gold ripped off cold left dead without a soul

Upon dethroning their glory, a bleeding fist

Bereft of life indeed

Ripe and sweet, birth out of grain

Rotting meat all that remains, sin may bring relief

Witness in awe the sight of celebration

Plow through it all, find nothing but deception

Leap into the furnace flames attack in numbers, let them stroke

Sanctimony breeds here undisturbed for reasons, no one knows and no one will

Darkness leads, eminent in gifts levitate and shifts

Watched from below transformed and flawed

No one's left behind pain is here to stay these last of days

Silent praying spreads through the air without response

Storm of sick and wrath

Lights go out, stunning chill, waves of sin brought to kill

Screams eroding panic explodes to their delight

Storm of sick and wrath

Thief of them all portrayed as distant somber

Hence they shall fall, provoked and in time to reap the call

Fair angels demon follow, where there is grace they shall nest

To smear their loathing and put them to rest

Wings of gold ripped off cold left dead without a soul

Upon dethroning their glory, a bleeding fest

All that's left dies here with sorrow, where angels go demons follow

Declining not shining deep is the pit where they all now sleep.