Anvil of Flesh Songtext

von Lock up

A language dead
A complex resolved
A terrible omen black
The true shape of our hell veiled

Retribution inherited
The anvil of flesh awaits
Statues of masked men
Burn the writings of old

Stricken with panic
The deception finally penetrated
The madness born in blood
The legend intact

Retribution inherited
The anvil of flesh awaits
Statues of masked men
Burn the writings of old

Invert the evolution
Of the adept of freedom lost
Invert the evolution
Of the adept of freedom lost

Invert the evolution
Of the adept of freedom lost
Invert the evolution
Of the adept of freedom lost

Quivering and poisoned
Through abandoned lands
The sovereign elements untouched
Imperial caress vanished