killing music
Singer:benediction
you incubate despicable rancorous seed
no thing of beauty this so tortured flesh turned death
foetal horror's corruption bleeds
all the years of pain and death no saviour
paying tithes to death itself
would that we had the knife to cut if free
and in the mirror before you
sightless eyes blind to the growing shadow
and as the dead we shall walk
words twisted beyond madness in this world of the truest path
would that we had the knife to cut if free
we wear the name called death
then let it weep in preparation?
a legacy of shining lights to despise the unjust
history will remember the ones among the first into the breach
once more unto the breach
dead ritualistic threnody