No matter what the day,
Or what the world wants to say,
We’re merely nothing in the greater scheme,
Only a whisper in the frey.
Never a moment when he’s not around,
In the darkness, with both eyes on you.
The master smashing his fist on humanity.
A game, lost by the evil and untrue.
Summon the deathchitect, sour reckoning.
Burn a page, bring earth down.
Just feel it crumbling.
Human mind, propaganda.
Pandora's box of lies.
All rise for the deathchitect.
It's time for your demise.
Burnt bodies, and the rivers flowing blood.
Mass destruction at its peak, rid the world of love.
Nothing to save, yet no one to blame.
The endless cycle of mankind and the birth of flame.
And the birth of flame.
Clear the way.
Clear the way.
The death designer brings all types of pain.
He appears, in the blink of an eye and then there's nothing left of the way we know today.
Earthquake of sickness.
Tsunami of lies.
Annihilation of humanity,
The world is dying from disease,
Bring on the flood,
A new creation,
No survivors,
Complete devastation.
Summon the deathchitect,
I am the bringer of death,
Sour reckoning,
Till no ones left.
I am the bringer of death.
Till no ones left.
credits
from Knowledge Of The Wicked,
released August 24, 2018
(Lyrics and vocals by Mark Hunter courtesy of eOne Entertainment.
Mark Hunter’s section recorded by Rob Arnold from Rob Arnold World Studios Cleveland, Ohio)
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