Inquinamentum - Risen | Текст песни

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Staring down, face the swell of attrition
Would you ballast down or broach it risen?

Buried in the holds (of a)
Vessel of dread
The sadness despised
Gripped to a wake

(And) a slab of heft from my soul's ridden
Senses erase sombre dirges written
Leviathan, an internal vision
Comes to the fore; an existence risen

Submit and revel in chaos once again
Darkness prevail - wicked deeds reborn

Fearless in form, now the fair breed glisten
Seduced they feed off the innate wisdom
Rid of the cross their devoted crimson
Devoid of hope for the deity's risen

To wash the shores
And stars above

Rid of the cross their devoted crimson
Devoid of hope for the deity's risen

But what fuel this heathen fervour?
Nectar of godly plains
A taste that lingers in my throat
The crux of my vehement

Mourn upon
Rays of dawn
As my body withers
Have I risen?

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