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Whitechapel Father Of Lies Lyrics

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Father Of Lies Songtext

Tell me all the things you want
I shall prove myself among the wise
I have failed you
Grant my wish I beg of thee
For I have done all the deeds you have asked of me
That whimpering wretched whore who birthed your adversary
I retrieved her head and mutilated every last remain
The blood of the innocent I have spread with no fucking remorse
How dare you interfere my monumental wake
Forever keep these words from my mouth

I will become the father of lies
I, The father of lies
I will become the father of lies
I, The father of lies

Holiest of holy I ensure your crucifixion
Enlighten me O noble one of your mendacity
Give me clearest view of your so-called commonwealth
We are your foes, annihilators of the sky

Limb from limb
The rites are carved into your forehead
Limb from limb
Engorged into your psyche
Limb from limb
I smell the decrepit stench of your demise
Limb from limb
Humanity will be destroyed

My procreator I have warned thee of my prophecy
Until that day, stand your fucking ground
My procreator, stand your fucking ground 2x
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