Incite the ritual to sever the flesh
I'll cradle your thoughts through this trying time (time)
Inhale the soot that flows from the eyes off what you perceive as God
Is that what you want? I'll take you now
There is a price for such transgressions
The warmth that ran down your arm is that of fear with bleak feelings of comfort
Such crimson words scrawled upon your flesh has tainted your soul
Do you feel loss and regret in your splintered, fractured mind?
I can show you the horrors that will crumble the feeble
This is not your psyche coping with what's plaguing your eyes
The pestilence has infested your mind, so accept the rot
So accept the rot
Horrid images give life to the the parasites that's now
Feeding and breeding, halting breathing, demons scheming
Consistent leeching and bleeding has left you seizing and screaming
Simply receiving the rot
Just give in
As I walk this field into the fear
Oh, the abyss becomes real
At my feet lay despair, breathing clouded air
Soon the rot becomes all I feel
As the crown bears judgment upon your lies
Fables and tales of debauchery spew forth from begotten thoughts
Bare your transgressions at the cusp of the sacred robe
War tattered yarn strangles the Norns foretold
Maintain the mental seclusion and starve them of their cherished prayers
Seal the gates shut, wield the memories
Sacrifice them to the whispering of the damned
For I am the personification of torment and time
Roaming the lands, tending the rotten (forgotten)
A doom foretold of which you don't know (Realms of gloom)
Kept in the searing dark with black silk veiled eyes
Set forth by the abyssal tribunal
A crown of silence presiding and casting the first stone
Beyond sin and what you perceive to be
A court set to shield your reality
Handing out sentences from a seat at the high table acting as council at the behest of God
(No)
We are eternity (eternity)
You're wrong no matter what you're believing God to be
(No gods) The gavel's knell rings forth the verdict
(No masters) The cavalcade of guilt will sing our sermon of rot
We are the parasites
(Now)
Creeping and seething, halting your breathing
(Fear)
The leeching and bleeding left you screaming
Simply accept the rot
So just give in to us
As I walk this field into the fear
Oh, the abyss becomes real
At my feet lay despair, breathing clouded air
Soon the rot becomes all I feel
Maintain the mental seclusion and starve them of their cherished prayers
Maintain the rot
Maintain the fear