As broken bells resound in the church of megalomania the stench of death surrounds the fields of spiritual necromania
Deluded stooges amass Still clinging to empty vows For one final ebrious mass Never temple, always slaughterhouse
Too long have the watchers gazed upon The cancerous boils of arrogance Now time has carved the path
The mirage of relevance Worn down in corrosion's quiet attrition Corporeal elements Subvert its Sisyphean accretion
Orbital decay And crawling hydrogen depletion Enough to burn away A pantheon of superstition
No call for your glory Amidst the howling winds that feed Time's vast cemetery
Erased are the stories Doused, the fire stolen from the sky Now an ashen mortuary
Too long have the watchers gazed upon The cancerous boils of arrogance Now time has carved the path
Too long has the continuum been riled By biotic usurpation Now entropy has pulled the plug
No call for your glory Amidst the howling winds that feed Time's vast cemetery
Erased are the stories Doused, the fires stolen from the sky And its worthless luminaries
Come, death Let your gracious silent storm Disperse the swan song of all life
Come, death Dispel the nightmare of eternal life Come, death Lay waste to the pious, The just and the depraved alike Their shrines Their whores and their fucking gods Come wipe out every last pathetic trace
Come at last Wipe it all awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.