The Regulators - Defiler

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