Wet The Steel - Carnal Feast Of Fetid Flesh | Текст песни

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Devastation and torture.
Our plague of solace leaves your kingdom without hope.
There's nowhere to run.

Devastation and torture.
A kingdom without hope.
Our plague of solace
There's nowhere to run.

My son draws his last breath,
Wasting away as we break a new day.
As I break dirt on fresh graves my dreams have died.
The body underneath,
Skies filled with flesh and teeth.
Nothing left to fill the void.
My soul has died and risen back to life.
The hunger can't be stopped.
Thousands running for their lives.
Thousands running for their lives.
Alas, my prize is buried underground.
Clawing at the earth, a body must be found.
War torn fields of the dead,
Crows descending from the sky to feast upon their flesh.
Disgusted but bound to the same fate.
My heart goes numb.
I am my own disgrace.
Digging up my own descendants,
Blackened dirt beneath my nails.
I touch my lips to the sweet meat and rip off a piece of the one I bore.
No one leaves this earth alive.
The carnal feast of fetid flesh draws nigh.

No one leaves this earth alive.
The carnal feast of fetid flesh draws nigh.

Bleed out, motherfucker!

Gluttonous visceral feast.
Devouring all I knew.
Bathing in the blood of my son,
The gaze of death in his eyes.

Gluttonous visceral feast.
Devouring all I knew.
Bathing in the blood of my son,
The gaze of death in his eyes.