Tear down the walls
Just as you are burning
Rip, rend, and chew through your bindings
Take back your women
And your magnificent sons
Walk as giants
Cast chill shadows with terrible wings
Do not sing
Do not sing
Do not sing his name any longer
Lay with your sirens
And drink all the rivers of the world
This is the prison of the angels
But it is not to be feared
Never will you pay your ten thousand years
Never will the flame eat your will
This spectacle of pain is your true baptism
This fire is the name of your true god
And you are tempered
You are strong
Rise up and tear down these walls
That have held you so long
Tear down the prison of the angels
Take back your women
And magnificent sons
Vocals: haunted, and subversive. Guitars: splintered shrieks. Drum machine: grim, unrelenting nausea. Visceral noise, with a hook that gets stuck in in your throat. Just try spitting them out. Stranger Killings
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