The End Of The Hour - Paths Of Possession

For all the faceless walking dead across the land

I will go to a place that you don’t understand

I put a razor to my wrist and spread it wide

And as the blood drips from the walls I slowly

Close my eyes

This was not meant for your eyes

This is the end of the hour

There’s no use wasting precious time

This is the end of the hour

Hours I have wasted sitting here, wet dripping pain

At last my eyes roll back, the visions start again

The earth will split' the skies will rain ash to the land

Black clouds of death roll in, what is this?

Is it the end of man?

This was not meant for your eyes

This is the end of the hour

There’s no use wasting precious time

This is the end of the hour

This ruptured vein, black and vile

Is pouring truth from a sacred place

And we will see that when the world burns, the weak will be thrown in that fire

Join with me my brothers as we march to endless glory.

Let’s burn it down, let’s burn it down

In glorious ashes we will burn

The empty nest lies here awaiting his return

Our murderous father, his intentions we learn

Eradicate the mindless flocks upon the shore

And we will slip away into these ages

Forever

This was not meant for your eyes

This is the end of the hour

There’s no use wasting precious time

This is the end of the hour