We have seen our enemy In the retina on the hill We've made of peering through the many tortured minds Of the imprisoned and the grim actions befallen unto them
We often become blinded By the sheer eye wrenching Defacing of the humans we look into
We have viewed remotely Into the homes of every sycophantic birthing unit They are regretless and exempt of conscience Performing tormenting repulsive procedures Bereft of emotion
On all that remains of our youth That sank from pride to dysentery In the wake of the parasitic serpent hatching
With their hypnotic immunity Execute the vile deed Watch as they feed them Hair, skin, teeth and cartilage Digging deeper Now we view the buried dead
We shall crawl Into the marrow of their corpses Make them fly and navigate them
With our weave of blackened liquid We will wake the resting rotted We will clear and light the path Of all that have arrived before us Through the sirens of the drifted Vacant dreaming and awaiting That lay dormant in the earth
Drone Corpse Aviator (x4)
Within our weave We hold a well of black liquid And with it we will wake the rotted From their resting fields
With our path now lit we can travel To the aftermath of our captors entrance Through the sirens of the drifted That lay dreaming under the earth
Drone Corpse Aviator
We shall crawl Into the marrow of their corpses Make them fly and navigate them
They will move and yell and fight again But not from breathing Not alive but ridden from their burrow They will return
Taking to the air in droves of gliding carrion Piloting the many flying With the pull of tar in marrow
They will move and yell and fight again But not from breathing Not alive but ridden from the burrow
They will return Lifted out of every monument They put up in their honour All the dead they buried
Now propelling in our flying pattern They will move and yell and fight again But not from breathing Not alive but ridden from their burrow
They will return Taking to the air in droves of gliding carrion Piloting the many flying with the pull of tar in marrow
Shifting in formations That are unknown to humans We're blacking out the air With decomposing gliders
We shall crawl Into the marrow of their corpses Make them fly and navigate themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.