Death flourished in a withered grove With bleeding tendrils that the corpses wove Desiccated, risen from earth From the virulent strain, a new era is birthed
Death has found a way It feeds upon mankind dismay It yearns to tip the scales And shatter the balance that was once so frail
One by one the bodies rise With limbs and face rotted and sinewy eyes Cremation undone, They're poised to become The impetus of man’s demise
Beasts of scriptures long gone With Fangs, Claws and seven-foot jaws They howl scream and shriek in the night Taunting the men who are too scared to fight
The lurking shadows are circling the altars Leaving a trail marked with grime, soot, and mud Unsealed, they cross, leaping the threshold of churches Finally committing atrocities echoed in tomes writ in blood
Like scum, writhing in the waste No mercy, not a trace Razor talons drag upon the face
Soaring overhead, the damned wyverns of the dead Beset with the thrill of the outbreaks’ first kill
Denounce your poultry gods And tread the path once trod The ancients found a way To deliver yourselves from this bane
One by one the bodies rise With limbs and face rotted and sinewy eyes Cremation undone, They're poised to become The impetus of man’s demise
Death has flourished albeit a bit malnourished Her needs arise with vain contempt For the One the darkness tempts
Honing the one, honing the one Honing the one who will be death’s earth-born son Honing the one, honing the one Honing the one who will blot out the Sun
Death has flourished and sank her fangs into reverent lambs As wolves unto sheep, She’s preyed on the meek Mobilizing towards the Nazarene
Torn between a life obscene, with obelisks risen to remind the deed The remnants of the old ways carry on throughout the dread filled dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
