Lost in a churning mindless fulmination Devoid of a reason or explanation a chorus of voices become a roaring cacophony assaulting our senses as they sleep
putrid beings within, no better, or worse each one scrambling for a ladder death becomes us, that which we adore long lost innocence
In these slime-ridden Kingdoms where we wallow free from the pity, disgust and sorrow far from where light can pierce drowned by the fetid bog beyond the graces of your god
Sink in, inhale the ichor why not assume your true form? Join with us this is our blessing unified as one forever biologically entwined Together until the end time.
hideous depravity lurks beneath the mask of civility
Look to your heathen master for his coming We shall obey him and speak of nothing Mentor of pain and suffering the spawn of the sentient ooze Soon you will drown within him too
in the name of the Greatfather, worship him and no other Bestow upon us the sigil, arise from your silent ritualTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
