Transmetal Septic Veneration
(Lorenzo Partida) You hate happiness You worshippers of death Fighting your kidneys explode Feeling isolated and ambushed Life ends in your hands In your grey hostile war Death appears new and ferocious The holy grace agonizes A broken heart of misfortune The blood that you spill drips in vain Opening channels under the earth Septic veneration Broken under shredded rags The souls sob and beg for mercy In shame are the stains of justice Horns of sulfur will fall Harsh journeys carry your feet Rivers of blood are flowing All without consolation Drown in painful lamentation To ravage all the southern skies To crack the silence of destiny Your wish sickens the falling rain With the blood of your own insides Your eyes contemplate darkness Big tears are sliding On your tormented brain Septic veneration Septic veneration
