All The Dead Songtext / Lyric

Forcing the wrath to the rotten fools
Forcing despair for the whispers
I feel the pulses extremely useless
Forge fire forge layers of hallowed


All seem so crushed
Death is so rushed
Most of fire is consuming life and flesh
Time is going
Time is what disgraced human race
Doesn't reach to know

Masonic lust lay on the man poor trace
Intension evades me, aggression cleanse me
Laments jumps my brain to crush the shades
Effects within the whole [jump me]

Assault me impact me
Witness the death
They see all the dying
Trying to survive

Fringe of blood
Current blood
Hide the death
All the dead