Suffocate in the depths of the void. Through rot stenched air, slick with ooze, they march on. The trumpets blare o’er the blood red dawn. Symbiotic hive minded parasite spewing toxic rhetoric & fluid alike. The body falters. Hands clasped at the altar. Ooze infernal; plaguing mind, eternal. The soul will fracture, conscious ruptured. The Ooze becomes what the Old Ones ushered. Dreaming//Awaiting. “That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die.” Blinded by a trancing faith, the brain washed cattle will never escape.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
