The Sleep

Santa Sangre

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When life becomes obsolete and the beating heart has seized.
When the eye in the sun burns so vicously.
Seven sins steal our final sigh.
Misinformation infects our minds.
Conditioned lives corrode inside.
Come Armageddon, deliver what we've designed.
An open casket funeral, a feast for fools.
A dark angel leads us to times end.
A dark angel leads us to the end of life.
Catacombs of the dead line the streets.
As death swallows life we prepare for eternal sleep.
Follow the sheep through tears of the dead dreamers.