Slugdge - The Chapter For Transforming Into A Slug | Текст песни

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Cast down into the dirt
To live amongst worms in the dark bowels of the earth
Once respected now hated
Imprisoned with blasphemous heathens and traitors
Kept silent in cold isolation
Rage seething vortex of acerbic vexation
Agglomeration of seditious usurpers
Are primed in the furnace of anarchic fervor

The black horde will come to stamp out the embers of the dying sun
Beseige their Babylon; entombed within their own creation
And as the ceiling caves, their fallen cradle turns into a grave
Behind their crumbling walls they bend like wheat in a storm

Commanded; recite, he journeys to Slish in the cold dead of the night
With the rest of his kind, in morbid procession on torrents of slime
Vile lord of repulsion unfurls revealing the boils ripe with pus for his churls
Thereupon his foul humours they feed, sometimes the world must be cleansed with disease

Willing to lay waste, they're fueled with the fury of malignant faith
Where death is no disgrace, it's all or nothing in their crusade
Rebuild a Kingdom gone, a garden for the chosen ones
Upon the fertile mud the earth runs red with blood

Oppressed becoming tyrant
Replace order with violence
Through senseless intervention
Disrupted ecosystem

Corrupted, all for nothing
The beauty has been stolen, just emptiness and loathing
Ambition choking reason
The power I amass can't fill the void that's left

Fallen from grace, lost in greed
The knowledge he sought is a curse to concieve
Twisted, malformed, alone in the dark
When faced with the truth of what we are

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