SPAWN OF POSSESSION - "Where Angels Go Demons Follow"

SPAWN OF POSSESSION - "Where Angels Go Demons Follow" taken from the album 'Incurso' SUBSCRIBE: http://RelapseYouTube Order at Relapse: http://bit.ly/Incurso Order on iTunes: http://bit.ly/SpawnOfPossessioniTunes Order on Bandcamp: http://spawnofpossession.bandcamp.com/ Available now on CD/Digital via Relapse Records! Official links:   / spawnofpossession   http://spawnofpossession.bandcamp.com/ http://www.myspace.com/spawnofpossession http://www.relapse.com   / relapserecords   http://www.myspace.com/relapserecords Lyrics: Welcome you fool of blunder, insert rite of nether dreams Sheep or leader, your worth equals filth I grant illusions of purging flesh no dog shall be spared Pollution I carry unsuspected Erupted sanity I hereby sell you reign Fallen figures on their knees cry sacrilegious Enticed by fruits of life as death was sent to collect Silent praying spreads through the air without response Storm of sick and wealth Lights go out, stunning chill, waves of sin brought to kill Screams eroding panic explodes to their delight Storm of sick and wrath Fair angels demons follow, where there is grace they shall nest To smear their loathing and put them to rest Wings of gold ripped off cold left dead without a soul Upon dethroning their glory, a bleeding fist Bereft of life indeed Ripe and sweet, birth out of grain Rotting meat all that remains, sin may bring relief Witness in awe the sight of celebration Plow through it all, find nothing but deception Leap into the furnace flames attack in numbers, let them stroke Sanctimony breeds here undisturbed for reasons, no one knows and no one will Darkness leads, eminent in gifts levitate and shifts Watched from below transformed and flawed No one's left behind pain is here to stay these last of days Silent praying spreads through the air without response Storm of sick and wrath Lights go out, stunning chill, waves of sin brought to kill Screams eroding panic explodes to their delight Storm of sick and wrath Thief of them all portrayed as distant somber Hence they shall fall, provoked and in time to reap the call Fair angels demon follow, where there is grace they shall nest To smear their loathing and put them to rest Wings of gold ripped off cold left dead without a soul Upon dethroning their glory, a bleeding fest All that's left dies here with sorrow, where angels go demons follow Declining not shining deep is the pit where they all now sleep.