Scriptures Asunder (Scratch Take)

Compromise, recognize
The fact of what's discovered
Understand, analyze
The secrets now uncovered
Immortal are the ones who reign from
Underneath the well of sorrow and
Imminent plunder
Quelled by the gaze
Of the Sun and its haze
Armed, protruding its rays
Mere feed
For the ones who reign from under
We die by their hands
As we abandon the Crimson Horde
Led to the flame
By one another
Die by my hand
Scriptures asunder
Breath put to waste
By their own mothers
Dead by their hands
Scriptures asunder, torn and scattered
Quelled in this maze
The longer I wait
The longer I stay
Nevermore is there a point
We see what we must do
As we fight against ourselves
In our descendance from the zealot realm
Mere feed
For the ones who reign from under
We die by their hands
As we abandon our only home
Led to the flame
By one another
Die by my hand
Scriptures asunder
Breath put to waste
By their own mothers
Dead by their hands
Scriptures asunder, drowning in water
Whales
Feasting on the holy shell
Of the might zealot realm
In which no devil can escape
Why
Must we all be made to die
If we choose to live our lives
The way we want until it's time to go
A cultist need to breach the mind
Together as one, we face our time
The clock ticks as we smash every last
Record of our existence to the ground
Nobody can hear a sound over the force
The source of our cries shall never be known
We come together once more
To serve the depressive mode of our true beings
The tribe of
Homicidal
Suicidal
Pesticidal
Rats has finally fallen apart
Go
Led to the flame by one another