I watch you through the layers of hunting and sloth The abyss of sorrow and pity we pay ourselves
Blackened sunless horizons above lies on the earth Bloodstorms and other things devastating birth
Fall on down to corpses rotting in the soil faced in their own blood through the giant coil
Maggots crawl from wounds soon will turn to flies spread disease across the land to the lucky who've survived
I grasped and clawed from his flesh a mass that is called man a divine face with rotten smell
I have you now inside me, The claws of death A fragile observation in a world of weakness and pain
As the winter is close across the lands of lobes a carnage of mankind is surrounded by the laws Hiding them from the human eyes, a mechanic feast a trap of innocence for the flesh of religion, for the blood of faith, for the soul of mankind that is driving to hell
A legend full with blood hidden in the depths of souls the other half of mankind a carnivora's lair