Judgement of the Bleeding Crown

Falling heavens in these black flames Nothing will be excused from the end Even the mighty gods will be reaped Keeping this promise of the final harvest Painful structure of gratification through massacre, this common ground of perversion Excavating the blackest arts of desecration, concealed in the chambers of unreason Gods of this great death hear the voice of calling Open the sun for bloodshed upon the heavens Tributaries of origin flooding the harvest of war Transfixed on the rotting convergence of ascension A devouring dragon of war, harvest the magic of decay To be enslaved in evermore, a shallow endeavor of life Shards of bone Used to decipher Unearthly kingdoms Fading away in fire Hammer of this ruin, feeding on essence of revival Denounce the ways of the light, nether planes of existence Silence falls upon us, in the temple of the unfed flame Denounce the king of thorns, master of this subterfuge Bodily desecration In lavish designs Sculpting the skin Into sigils that bind The raven consumes the entrails of a dove, symbolic transfer into darkness A hex for purpose of diluted copulation, birthing the great beast of vengeance Lord of smokeless fire, turning the air to cold Infect the sky with dark, devour the might of old Return to the cold earth, born from this decay Forced to return to it's rot, on this lifeless day --- Judgement of the Bleeding Crown - Goatwhore