Resurrection machine - HATE
Written by：Adam Buszko
In this sadness we rot
In the graveyard of immortals
We're reborn we've seen the light
Of the mourning sun rise
Hold the curse of mortality
Death comes down on the flesh
Once we used to be tyrants
Now we're icons of pain and regret
Tired faded words that once held identity
Embrace now your destiny
Lift your wings
Let the drums play louder
To the silence beyon our fate
There's bloodshed up there
On the cross to celebrate yea
Our bodies lie cold
Inside coffins of gold and silk
Once we used to be tyrants
Now we're icons of pain to be burned
Tired faded souls come embrace now your destiny
Cast down mortality lift your wings and be free
No death to come wash away the agony
Restore thy identity
Awaken from mortality
Let me be your crucified God
Million souls to steal
By the resurrection machine
We hail downfall we hail the pain
We serve the rain of black tears
And blood of the innocent spilled
Without us you'll fade
You'll not remain
Cause we're one blood and soul
Of the the same machine
Let me be your crucified God
We hail downfall we hail the pain
We serve the rain of black tears
And blood of the innocent spilled
Without us you'll fade
You'll not remain
Cause we're one blood and and soul
Of the the same machine
Let me be your crucified God
