the whites of their eyes are flush with devil s blood the whites of their eyes are flush with devil s blood it was all too visceral to deceive to lay to waste our own no nothing can save us this pestilence will deliver us to our end our cancers rise a passage paved the imminence of wrath it was all too visceral to deceive to lay to waste our own no nothing can save us this pestilence will deliver us to our end now haunted by the mark of death from the tombs of five below the gathering of arms has fed and grown the highest flames our cancers rise and call on the demons of wrath now you see that see that it was all too visceral to deceive to lay to waste our own no nothing can save us this pestilence will deliver us to our end were on the road to oblivion where the huntress knows no bounds were on the road to oblivion from the tombs of five below were on the road to oblivion the whites of our eyes are flush with devil s blood the whites of our eyes are flush with devil s blood eyes flush with devil s blood on the brink of extinction of life eyes flush with devil s blood
['boston metal', 'deathcore', 'melodic metalcore', 'metalcore']