Lyrics
Cruel beasts, chattering teeth
The blot of filth relentlessly twisting
The sun will never return here
Lest we seize it for ourselves
Centuries spent in blindness
The maggots grown within our minds
The lords of putrescence atop a throne of blood
Will be baptized in scarlet blossoms
Burn away this vile stench
Drink deep of the ichor
Eat the viscera fruit of gods
Receive its blessing
Repurpose what was claimed
Hark! O, disquietened hounds of death!
O, ye who would desecrate our mothers' graves!
We pursue the seizure of our means of survival!
We welcome the inversion of hitherto giants!
Michael Baer
O/B/O DistroKid