Conquest: Writhe Lyrics

Shifting eyes turn with shade
Slave, a false entity
I saw their hearts flood with ashen dusk
Liars, scorn of foul delight
Forgive me father, for I am sin
I rejoiced triumphantly
As goodness turned away and shut
It's bleak and weary eyes
This manifest of fundaments
I trusted you to see
Buried stark and tepid will
Come to life, oh fill with empathy

Smiteful bearer of hypocrisy
You shall crush beneath the sky
d*** your frantic bigotry
Remorseless, we shall win

You shall see