The Rise of Grim

Now you rise and rise above
The image of your perfect god
Grimly as the night falls down
Along they fall, blood runs from stone

Tremendously he's in your eyes
All savants may despise

You march into repentance
Into repentance

Now you rise and rise above
The image of your perfect god
Grimly as the night falls down
Along they fall, blood runs from stone

He's wicker then you man
Born from weakness in yourself
Wicker then you man
Born from weakness, in, yourself

From the edge of the abyss, we undergo
Razing wind, goes through the bone
Glorious flames, spread over land
Spread heat and char, alive

Entire depreciation
Of the stardom generation
Shattered in a fall
From the tower, of salvation

Now you rise and rise above
The image of your perfect god
Grimly as the night falls down
Along they fall, blood runs from stone

Wicked man
Only for the sickened minds
And the truth
The truth that's left behind