Discarnate  By  Design  -  At  The  Throne  Of  Judgement

(Chorus)

For  every  casket  contrived,

There  was  a  life  prepared  for  its  abode,

The  ground  holds  the  living,

How  shall  this  work?

(Verse  1)

In  the  ground,

Beneath  the  soil,

Her  Feral  will  to  live,

Exceeds  her.

As  she  realizes,

In  this  apalling  pastime,

She  was  nothing  but  a  pawn.

A  simple  murmur,

Admist  the  dawns  -

The  dawn  of  Being,

a  time  for  believing.

Oh,

How  the  night,

Reminds  me  of  my  shadowed  thoughts.

My  malicious  plot.

Unveling  to  me

What  redemption

I  had  previously  lost.

(Chorus)

For  every  casket  contrived,

There  was  a  life  prepared  for  its  abode,

The  ground  holds  the  living,

How  shall  this  work?

A  ghost  she  becomes  

Without  a  home  

She  is  bodiless  and  doomed

(Verse  2)

In  the  ground,

Beneath  the  soil,

Her  Feral  will  to  live,

Exceeds  her.

As  she  realizes,

In  this  apalling  pastime,

She  was  nothing  but  a  pawn.

Remember  me?  

Twisted  lady,  I  hope  you  regret  everything  in  sincere,

As  I  hammer,  try  to  cohere.

Your  indifference  is  my  motive  to  make  you  suffer.

I  hope  you'll  enjoy  this  velvet  cover,

You'll  die  just  like  all  the  others.

(Verse  3)

A  simple  murmur,

Admist  the  dawns  -

The  dawn  of  Being,

a  time  for  believing.

Oh,

How  the  night,

Reminds  me  of  my  shadowed  thoughts.

My  malicious  plot.

Unveling  to  me

What  redemption

I  had  previously  lost.