Centuries Of Deluge
Disentomb
3:20Converted I am now a vessel for the gods who have drowned Their gift of visions has shown me to stray from the path The dejected Gods and their Kings of light are my shepherds I no longer need the light for I am devoted to the scorched lands No hope Filled with dread inside like sorrow fiends that roam This is my sentence – he is the destroyer The only salvation I hope for is But I can’t be sure I am still living Transform me from my grief I long for my death rifting through the dust This must be the end I’m sworn to the bleak Scorched lands No hope Converted I am now a vessel for the gods Their gift of visions has transformed me I long for my death drifting through the dust This must be the end Transform me from my grie