Probot - Centuries Of Sin (Feat. Cronos Of Venom)

Survivor, warrior prince Psychopath, making difference Archangel, bleed crimson skies New danger, innocence lies Falling, calling the diabolical Open wide the gates and yell Screaming, dreaming the dark and damnable But you just never can tell Feeding, needing the undestroyable Roll up the show begins Blinding, grinding the undeniable The centuries of sin Supplier, medical child Sycophant, restless and wild Illusions, a timeless place Sadistic, right in your face Falling, calling the diabolical Open wide the gates and yell Screaming, dreaming the dark and damnable But you just never can tell Feeding, needing the undestroyable Roll up the show begins Blinding, grinding the undeniable The centuries of sin, come on Expressionless faces in silhouette stance Leading the way through the death of a dance Howling in harmony hostile in key Out on the plains of indulgence we breed Screams in the night from a chorus of fear Hiding in corners the drunken one leers Desperate and down faking all in disgrace Now is the time to ask questions of faith The diabolical The dark and damnable The undestroyable Oh, centuries go on, listen