Wither Ways Songtext
von Befouled

Spreading over countless paths
As the shepherd is portrait as a lie
Fatal hours from the past
Will rise to show the truth
My anger fuels on human ways
Marching towards the end of days
As the flame burns in my hand
I walk my wither ways
Our day will come where we will turn
On each other
No remorse
A purge in glory
A visual sight
As fellow men
Will kill and fight
Past ways of old
Will come to feed
On the cleansing
In the end a pile of corpses for us to see
While the answer is killing me


My anger fuels
On human ways
Marching towards the end of days
As the flame burns in my hand
I walk my wither ways
My wither ways
My wither ways
Cold blooded scum
Reign in death
Blades of evil
Socked in red
Screams of pain
Fills the night
Our genocides
Will end things right
On equal ground
We meet tonight
Under burning sky
Death unites
Gouging out the eyes to spare the sight
A dying earth
Our future grave