Christcore in effect ya know what I’m sayin’
I’m straight up slave to Christ and man I’m not playin’
I’m hatin’ the devil to the end of this age
I’m preachin’ the Gospel boldly in the last days
I take tha bass and blast it out ‘cho speakas
We take them eardrums and we make ’em a little weaka
Screaming truth, raging compassion

Dark
Darkness surrounds you cold
Lose your head, save your soul

Apocalyptic vibes I’m sendin’ out
The times so close at hand without a doubt
Flood waters rushing in, you’re suffocated
Don’t know what’s goin’ on, your soul emaciated

Dark
Darkness surrounds you cold
Lose your head, save your soul

His destruction will overwhelm you
Like a hunter over the hunted

You’ve got numbers on your head and numbers on your hand
There’s no escape for you to the Promised Land
As I said before, the time is close at hand
Your life is washed away like the sand

–Travail, “Darkness”–