You've slipped through my grip one too many times, your time is at an end, slipped through the grips of death, your time is finally over.
The words you speak are poison and I'm the antidote.
The only person you're fooling is yourself, so keep your forked tongue between your teeth.
The blood of the enemy will flow.
Spat your venom one too many times, now you're at the hands of the executioner, spat your venom one too many times, now your at the hands of the executioner.
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner