Smoldering and choking upon the fields of flame Searing are the embers upon this throne of waste and decay Smear the seed soiled from life in defiance and reign Its rotten yolk, twisted in lust, a vile womb of rape and disdain Slow and malign Tainted by the hands of light Dripping away a cold burnt reflection The trumpets blaring, echo our name
Seeping its redeeming lifeless empty scores Spawned by a ferocious hunger for battle Shall I be called Sodom and Gomorrah? Or master deceiver or bringer of truth
These callous rotted veins, the pathways, overgrown with sickness and loss Your enemy, the desire running through them The desire for life spreading to a void and a quest for the answers to nowhere
But still we worship these idols of whores, for the essence of darkness and war And we worship these idols of whores, for the essence of nothingnessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
