Arsis - Death Vow

To watch and wait in whispers
Within the scald of blisters
Once interned in the dust below
The vengeful one has risen, cold
Entranced and frozen by these eyes
His glare alone could drive the nails and crucify
The snare of flesh confining souls from seed to the gasp
But with vow of the death the soul can escape and be in your grasp
The grave, this world. Entombment has begun
The grave, this world. The spell of lord illusion
Divine, our race was sicker within the hex of trickery
Interned in dust beneath this hell will call to our belief
Their faith will be buried alive. His glare, alone
Will see their breath through a god's eye
The snare of flesh confining souls from seed to the gasp
But with vow of the death the soul can escape and be in your grasp
The grave, this world
Entombment has begun
The grave, this world
When facades fall, the wreath of barren skin
When 'Old Nick' calls you'll see what lies within
The folly of second chances and evil claim its own
The filth now romances, interned in dust below

When facades fall, the wreath of barren skin
When 'Old Nick' calls you'll see what lies within

The grave, this world. Entombment has begun
The grave, this world. The spell of lord illusion