Killing Season

Open their throats And drink of the sickness A plague engrained in flesh Horrid creatures deserving of a thousand deaths Master of the harvest Servant to the carcass The sacramental wine That drowns the earth in darkness Heirs of hatred Hoards of gluttons The thirst is calling Winter is falling On a world that’s Bleached of the truth The doctrines of hate Burning through you Torn Limb from limb The sadists swim In the blood of the innocent Open their throats And drink of the sickness The fires in the east Smother the air of the soul As they march Down trails of tears to worlds below Empires of rust Upon the graves where sorrow grows Hopeless void Endless cycles Haunting seas of violent swells The ghosts of guilt descend to hell Return to suffer anew The pendulum falls The noose swings for you The noose swings for you The wound is permanent We hold the knife that twists forever The hand that feeds you is the hand that fucking bleeds you This is the killing season Killing season Failures of the father Sacred sons of horror A lethal legacy Embedded into sin and slaughter Heirs of hatred Hoards of gluttons The thirst is calling Winter is falling On a world that’s Bleached of the truth The doctrines of hate Burning through you Torn Limb from limb The sadists swim In the blood of the innocent Their pain will be infinite Hunt the ones that run This is the killing season Hunt Hunt the ones that run This is the killing season --- Killing Season - Thy Art Is Murder