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Sweet caress grazes my skinIt's loveless, these hooks sink inBehind an angel's disguise, an insect preysMandibles cut like a knife, the reckoning
Forming clouds, their shadow shroudsLouder the tattered wings they soundDescending down
Down they come, the swarm of locustsSkies above converge to choke usFeast of souls consume the harvestYoung and old, suffer unto the locust
Surrender, these veins are bledDevoured, nothing sacredStrings pull the marionettesSee how they dance upon the winds that beget our pestilence
Forming clouds, their shadow shroudsLouder the tattered wings they soundDescending down
Down they come, the swarm of locustsSkies above converge to choke usFeast of souls consume the harvestYoung and old, suffer unto the locust
Bleeding from my eyes, this plague is sent to erase usBleeding from inside, these vermin can't infiltrate us
Faith appears, and holds a candleHark, the angels sing
Forming clouds, their shadow shroudsLouder the tattered wings they sound
Tear the veil, the lies derailPurity ever will prevailTrumpets sound the shattered crownHalos of truth now they surroundThe charade comes down
Down they come, the swarm of locustsSkies above converge to choke usFeast of souls consume the harvestYoung and old, (suffer unto the locust)
Down they come, the swarm of locustsSkies above converge to choke usFeast of souls consume the harvestYoung and old, suffer unto the locust