In the end we will be petrified through callous beings,
I smell their flesh, I hear them waiting in the dark beneath.
our hands are tied in sacrilege.
our tongues are seared,
we cannot speak.
how can we stand to destroy what cannot be,
how do we stop infinite beings.
if only we could shake into ghosts in our sleep.
we are suffocating in a plume of dust as the world quietly shakes,
watch as night churns fire,
melting down to our sunken knees.
our bones splinter in the tide as we tread this wasteland,
our lungs amputated
as they're pulled through ripped up throats.
this systematic end of days has left us in decay.
left us in decay
where is that fucking carrion, where is that putrid beast?
falling one by one, we wish there were some form of finality.
he is soon to pry apart the earth and separate the fucking seas. so kneel as rust consumes thee.
succumb to thy fucking enemy.
your skin will pale at his feet,
so kneel as rust consumes thee.
his flesh now animate.