GUILTHEE LYRICS

1. Soul Collector

Break it up now!
I'm a soul collector, I see into your darkest fear
It brings me in motion, I come and I suffer, I bear
Break it up now!
I find pleasure in your sickness
This is your doom, I am the witness
Your teardrops are grazenig my skin
Your scream will cover up your sin
I'll take your life as you took mine
I'll snap you up without a sign
Take it, break it, fake it
Break it up now!
No one can feel what I felt
No one believed I'm a vector
I can't keep my hate well in hand
I have became a collector
Take it, break it, fake it
Break it up now!
Face the truth you're begging for nothing
Your soul is rotted by my loathing
My teardrops are quenching your thirst
Our souls are naked through the burst

2. Seven Faces

I will cut letters out from my skin
I'll write characters with my blood
I'll draw my faces with my ribs
I'll form the tumble of my god
'Cause he failed me, I overkill
He failed me with my last will
I draw my faces with my ribs,
I scratch seven lines into you
You can't escape from my grip,
but you've had the chance all through
You're laying next to me on the ground
It's not my face what you have found
Where the beast sleeps lightly we find Almighty
Dead... go!
Lust, pride, wrath, envy
- I feel so empty
Lust, wroth, sloth, gluttony
- I am your worst enemy
Now I see, you are just dying next to me
I was too blind to realize
There's something more in your eyes
I'm not alone...
'Cause he failed me, I overkill
He failed me with my last will
Where I am nobody, you feel my body
Lust, pride, wrath, envy
- I feel so empty
Lust, wroth, sloth, gluttony
- I am your worst enemy

3. Cremation

Traitors, liars, up there who pulls the wires
For the sake of the gain
They pull the trigger again
Black suit with a briefcase
Don't hide the Evil's face
Will we ever find somebody?
Our graves are stuffed with money... in the Hell!
Corrupt lawyer-Tycoon slaughter
But the end is near and the pushing gets higher
You're the corpse and we are the fire
Marching through a conquered nation
Humans feed the holy cremation
Bow down to the flag of the murder
Our hate will release the burner
Preaching in the name of the saviour
With the weapon of the god's favour
The end is near and the pushing gets higher
You're the corpse and we are the fire
Who will find the way?
The way out from this hell
Who will find the way?
Profit? What a sell?
Tear down the walls of the dead!
Tear it down, don't bow your head!

4. The Ghost Of Denying

Sometimes I fold my hands to prayer
But I never get an answer
You're sitting on your throne
And punish the dying world with cancer
I see your face
Your skin is wrinkled and pale
I see your flock
Blind idiots cry for their hail
But the sin and pain and sacrifices
They are sworn to the damn
They burn the cradles and burn the graves
This world's using up them
New Armageddon, troops are marching
I despise compassion
Unholy ghost of holy denying
This is our passion
God-dam!
Look into yourself and realize your state
Your conscience is buried by your hate
You've lived like a scum, like a vile ban
But you want to die like a human
God-dam!
Your hope will never open the gate
You can't keep clear of your fate
You've lived like a scum and you die like that
Let's face eternity you living dead
Drop dead!
I am the ghost of world's denying
I was born when purity was dying
I am the ghost of your incredulity
There's no escape, we're all guilty







GUILTHEE LYRICS