Burning Choir

Sarcator

Compositor: Não Disponível

Fire of the mind repels
Our longing eyes are fertile
Branded in your skull
That this will be the vessel

Burning offerings for a burning beginning
A sickening force from the chasm within me
Something there is leaning towards the gaping jaws of death

Those who grant us turmoil in exchange of us to gather
Sing for us the unworldy names that leads us to the frontier
Burning Choir!

Dead at last, dead is the world
Unearthly manifest
Dead at last, dead is the world
Decadence Infest

Ichor remains stained on the ground
Obsolete, feeble and open
Someone there is pointing towards the teeth that strikes the skies

The dissonance of screeching vultures
It makes our way out clearer
As our senses is stomped by cloven hoofs
Burning Choir!

Dead at last, dead is the world
Unearthly manifest
Dead at last, dead is the world
Decadence Infest
Unearthly manifest

Burning
Choir!

Heaven of animals!