Season Of Rot

Diving from a wound into another
As a birth into the next
In your eyes I saw myself
I saw an empty, barren place
I saw pillaged grounds and deserts dead
My pride and joy, growing
Stronger by your resignation
In your dejection I could find a value shining and truth
Combining wounds and bleeding as one
Reaching for nothing – always dying
See the herd, fed from silver plates
In their shade of sloth I chose to starve
Starve with pride, in contempt
Reaching upwards to pollute the heavens
Striking downwards to crack the earthly face

Ascending, descending – the movement is constant
Here are beasts – all unchained!
Erupting, corrupting. Their presence distinct
For here are wolves – each far from tame!

Their hunger leading you forth
As one with the night
I deny the blood they carry and their laws alike
Decomposing to create a distance
To cut the strings of our common ground
To bury my fist in their very soul
Aiming to damage and harm
The worse – the greater!
Know this – you are a burden and I am armed
I’ll burn your world!
Weary eyes behold their own demise
Parasites woven into the world’s decree
A fabric we must burn to be free
Many are the wounds that prove their hunger
Drowning dreams in reeking pools
Of the blood of every nation
Whose flags and uniforms are but memories

Ascending, descending – the movement is constant
Here are beasts – all unchained!
Erupting, corrupting. Their presence distinct
For here are wolves – each far from tame!

See the herd, fed from silver plates
In their shade of sloth I chose to starve
Starve with pride, in contempt
Blood and light as one, pain and passion
Rushing through all directions
Leaving man’s creation black as tar
Can’t you see the borders crumble
As we turn our backs on to the world
Without regret nor remorse?
See the equinox in red and burning in brightest fire
Behold – the very image of the very end
Enlaced in dancing flames
Let there be Death from here on!
Ignite with pride and succumb
Starve for the sake