Hell Is for Those Who Sleep Lyrics

Essence carved in fortitude
Tall amongst the slain
Blood-soaked hands on holy lands
Beyond the waking plains
What of corporate travesties?
Wherein deception grows
What of their perversion now?
Run the blade in slow
Armor forged in cunningness
Crucible of the young
Iron of dexterity
Beware the poison tongue
Hell is for those who sleep
Sleeping
Hell is for those who dream
Dreaming
What of their illusion now
That mask the fangs that drip?
What of their of their
enthralling voice?
Sirens captive grip
Victory over desolation
Burning at the stake
What of their corruption now?
The inquistor awakes
Hell is for those who sleep
Sleeping
Hell is for those who dream
Dreaming
Sleep...