Throes Of Remission

Hellbent on the final word A death stare to prove your stance Content means nothing more than to rot and crawl in your own filth Concern has come and gone Just casualties remain Go perish on your cross and bleed this change for all its worth Hollow You bleed the stench The constant throes of our remission The final act of my contrition This war for the ages has only begun to fall Possess few loyalties A passionless unrest Obsessed with the fallacies The parasitic ignorance It's over and over in time A war for the ages has only begun The final act of my contrition This war for the ages has only begun to fall Through the cursed throes of our remission Look How far we've come to surrender it all This War for the Ages has only begun This War has only begun to fall