You can try all that you want but you won't evade me
Now that I got my fangs in you
Praise the black hole sun
It's all that shines here
No resurrection, Saṃsāra denied
Gnashing, biting into your skull
Laughter swirls in the unhallowed hall
Your earthly sins fuel my appetite
And your soul, it tastes so sweet
I'll stack misery, agony, anguish, and doom
Oh, fucker fry, fucker cry
Praise the black hole sun
Now that I got my fangs in you
And it's time to tuck you in
Never will you find yourself entering the flesh again
From here on out, you dwell in the unhallowed hall
Gnashing, biting your skull
Sin has made you my puppet
Your soul, I will now own it
Oh, it's time to face your maker
Behemoth of the unhallowed hall
It's time to face your maker
Never will you find yourself entering the flesh again
No resurrection, Saṃsāra denied
WRITERS
Andrew Petway, Dylan Potts, Tyler Beam, Wyatt Thurston McLaughlin