Acrybia
Текст песни In The Theatre Of Godly Hatred

In the blind dimmension
I'm devoting inconsistency
Intern palpitation
Of groundless habits
The poacher of my sights
Thurst unusually crass methods
Partly lost passion
Throughly hidden sentiments

I purvey
Your senses collapse endlessly

I bond
I purse
I pander

There's nothing extreme in this

Only fools can't see
Beauty
In the shadows of
Atrocity