Tools Of Demise letra

Streams of light in the dark
A light - darker than darkness itself
Petrified with nameless fear
Burning in every nerve
Could this - be an illusion
Is this right?

Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Become the undead
Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Born from guilt

To swallow the shame
Am I - feeding the fire
Burning all in it's way
No place to hide
Left out - Defenceless and senseless
Catatonic state of mind

There is no escape
Only extinction

Sick in mind - Sick in heart
A violent new breed
Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Carved by flesh

It's time to sharpen the tools of demise
Time to sharpen the tools of demise

Consumed by a sickness so vile
This threat knows no name
Acts of violence put on repeat
Creating a violent new breed
Become the undead - How could this be?
Born from guilt in the harbouring safety of this so called life

Sharpen the tools of demise

[Solo: L. Nirbrant]

Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Become the undead
Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Born from guilt

Sick in mind - Sick in heart
It's time to sharpen the tools of demise
Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Time to sharpen the tools of demise

This Ending - Letras

• Armageddon
• Army Of (N)One
• Army Of The Dying Sun
• Dead Harvest
• Deathtrade
• Dellusionists
• Inside The Machine
• Instigator Of Dead Flesh
• Into Pain
• Let The World Burn
• Lidless Eyes
• Machinery
• Nailed Down
• No More Silence
• Our Creation
• Parasites
• Pitch Black
• Plague Angel
• Seed Of Destruction
• The Asylum
• This Ending
• Tools Of Demise
• Trace Of Sin