Unto Sepulchres

Sarcator

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The siren is our sign, the birth of a horrifier
The silence is our call, one breath until disaster
Psychedelic injection of distant fires
Pulsating love to the possessor
Dirty veins causing timeless frames
Breaking the shackles from the oppressor

Pale faces, empty eyes, reflects only turmoil back
Steaming lungs, imploding gasp
Enter the mouth of severance
God figure, the trumpets are blown
Revealing the now visible sewers below
Contracting, convulsing
Retracting and pulsing through storms of all living beings
Clustered into a plough

Heading towards
With fury and force
Stars will immerse
Descending unto sepulchres
Unto Sepulchres!
Suffer unto the sepulchral descent

I hear the shores below, the thousand tounges spasm
The spine then takes a turn, forcing us downwards
From the gallows we'll watch the world burn
With our necks crushed and turned upwards

Insanity was deformed in another vast appearance
Aborted from all cords of the cosmic whoredom
Basaltic clouds, leaks scoria
In a maelstorm of obscure euphoria
Gather your children and make it quick
And spare your descendants the world collision!

Horns of impalement, cleanse
Blast through in turbulence!

The siren is our sign, the cloak of eternal fire
Nuclear bliss, damnation's kiss

Heading towards
With fury and force
Stars will immerse
Descending unto sepulchres
Unto Sepulchres!
Suffer unto the sepulchral descent
Descend!
Descend!

Sulphuric exhalation
To breathe through a newborn's lung
Praise Damnation!
Feeble sheep, your bones will rattle as you kneel

Return to us when flesh is cleansed forever!