Текст песни Defiler Regulators

My soul is the eye of the storm
Their battered faces tell stories of better places
Because the scars i bear...
Will make you want to turn and run forever
Now see, hell is real. I know because i tore it down
We had made a deal, but he didn't hold his end of the bargain
And there's a heaven too. I know because they threw me out
And i was burned by my demons on the way down
At the seventh plane of torment, despair staring down the throat
Of destruction synthesized with never ending regret
Gazing through a peephole, burning the iris, but it's visage
Prevents you from looking away
The few like me, the same side of the rusted coin
Will be the ones to put an end to your misery
We are empyreal founders of apocalypse
If you won't serve us, you'll serve the last of the world as soil
This is far from a threat, but a promise
Help us help you win the battle, and be rewarded
But if you try to cast your own shadow
Face the wrath of the regulators

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