Stuck In Homicidal Awe Songtext / Lyric

(Lyrics by Zivon Gurung & Frank Calleja) Stuck in homicidal awe These shades of banal thoughts
quickly submerge to the bleeding
idea of homicide
I rise from the rotting grave of vice
crawl inside your fear
Enslave you through your
trembling mind

Slave to these embodied
thoughts of butchery
My nerves are closing in
I long to kill and
spread the misery

Stuck in homicidal awe

I am your Evi God
Bow down and feed me with your soul