Stalemate - all is quiet Pummeled by bombardment Splintered forests Shattered trunks Vultures gather to the drone of war drums As the toolmakers take the stage - the valves are opened On tens of thousands downwind Soon to drown on dry land
Those who once would dwell in darkness and dream of the augur's visions More still who in spilling blood would read the sprawling entrails Care the tongue out - seize the lungs - silencing the sages Severed link to knowing when and how we meet our end
Throw the curtain open! Hail the rolling sky! Breathe the corrupted ether! Bleeding from the eyes!
Spellbound by the churning cloud as it writhes into the ages The heavens shed like leprous skin Rife with the disease of life Death march of green and yellow turns the ground before it silver Soul sucking mist of horror raining death across its pages
Now you meet your end Drowning in your skinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
