Scars Of The Broken Hill

 A shattered altar, stained with lies, Beneath the gaze of soulless eyes. The heavens weep, a bloody rain, Washing away the faith in vain. They promised light, a guiding hand, But left us crawling in this wasteland.

Curse the name, the empty throne, Scars of the broken god are sown. In every heart, a festering seed, Hatred blooms, a desperate creed. We rise from ashes, fueled by spite, To burn their kingdom in the night.

No forgiveness, no release, Only vengeance brings us peace. Tear down the idols, shatter the cross, Their hollow words are nothing but loss. Let the screams echo through the void, Their paradise will be destroyed.

Curse the name, the empty throne, Scars of the broken god are sown. In every heart, a festering seed, Hatred blooms, a desperate creed. We rise from ashes, fueled by spite, To burn their kingdom in the night.

They feast on power, blind and weak, While we starve in shadows bleak. But we will rise, a vengeful tide, And drown them in the blood they hide.

Curse the name, the empty throne, Scars of the broken god are sown.

Burn... burn... let it all burn... Their reign of terror will now overturn... The broken god can't save you now... As darkness claims your final vow... Rage... is all that's left... Until our dying breath...

Haunting and chilling tones mixed with thunderous drums and heavy bass, guttural growls and screams, metal, death metal