Intro:
Yeah YEAH
I.
I was a young kid when I stopped believing in God
Now that I'm older? Still the same, why do y'all think it’s odd? They say my soul is fated in hell for not believing in angels
Yet they fail to accept the very existence of devils within themselves
Even as I'm godless, I was never heartless
Never tried to take for granted all the friendships that I cherished Never tried to take advantage of a person
'Cause I know
Betrayal's the greatest of sins
It burns like frostbite on the skin
Now, I was made up as a traitor Painted ugly tainted pictures
Played the victim using fake delineations
With that Messianic Complex, better practice what you preach An iconoclast like me can see the lies behind your speech
At first I was against retaliation but my hatred is invigorated Every time I hear about some narcissist
Setting fires everywhere they go like arsonists
As retribution for a friend who was at the end of that hateful scorching madness!
Hook:
This is nightfall, this is nightfall!
Every corner of the universe will lose her light source and This is nightfall, this is nightfall!
All the bloodshed in wars, all of this will be for naught and
This is the end of all, this is the end of all This is the end of all, this is the end of all
This is the end of all the things you love, you hate, you cultivated, All the things you've known, you know, and you will never know!
II.
Let's rewind back in time to more than ten years During an age way before I was an emcee
We was already hated by some wannabe villain
Who was eventually excommunicated 'cause of his damaging ambitions
Now, next: we was suspected of being someone we wasn’t Until that someone vanished and they never figured that puzzle Up to this day, all those damages they made never faded Forced my brothers to be jaded until only I remained
I was never the vindictive type who'd dwell on schadenfreude And my usual politeness came with the curse of paranoia of Overstepping boundaries outside the realm of reason
It's the treason God committed for unleashing us to Legions
I know that I will never be predisposed to murder But I got this unappeasable thirst and burning fervor To turn it all to this: serve you all inside the burner
As my reckoning for the allies who were innocent observers
Should I blame my shoulder devil? Is it nature? Is it nurture? Is it more than that or am I under the influence of Lucifer? Is it in my DNA?
Or is external cruelty responsible for turning me this way? Either way, the sun is out and:
Hook:
This is nightfall, this is nightfall!
Every corner of the universe will lose her light source and This is nightfall, this is nightfall!
All the bloodshed in wars, all of this will be for naught and
This is the end of all, this is the end of all This is the end of all, this is the end of all
This is the end of all the things you love, you hate, you cultivated, All the things you've known, you know, and you will never know!
Outro:
Behold… the creators Your true gods
