Thieves of Rotted Ilk Songtext
von Graven

Tearing at the soul, alive to divide
Poisoned mind
Salt to wounds, cause to cure
Beloved, bruised, scars to backs
Betrayal of faith, angered
Cheers of the fallen, the grand design
Turn down the silence
Chosen words, define truth
Before it′s lost, bound ford ark
Shovel dirt into mouths
Hate, truth, defile
Death roll completes
Fear subsides
Sand, worm my way inside
Broken sacrament, your final prayer denied


Exhumed, maggot fire
False prophet, false god, pure lies
All is lost, the sting of tears,
The wil to end, to set them free
The heads on display
Place coins on eyes
To allow safe passage, to a dimly lit room
Begin the exit, strip them clean
Wash the mouths, prepare the words
And sadness left, to save us all
To feast on the light, that's died
Silence drowns
Takes it all away
Ashes lead the march
The skulls are carved with final prayers