Killing Music

You incubate despicable rancorous seed

No thing of beauty this so tortured flesh turned death

Despised gestation, fertile breeding, suffocation

In the darkest place, foetal horror's corruption bleeds

Infect

All the years of pain and death no saviour

Oh hated injustice, paying tithes to death itself

Despised gestation, fertile breeding, suffocation

Would that we had the knife to cut if free

Let the blood run free

And in the mirror before you

Sightless eyes blind to the growing shadow

Consuming?

And as the dead we shall walk

Blackly erubescent, eschatological descent

Words twisted beyond madness in this world of the

truest path

Despised gestation, fertile breeding, suffocation

Would that we had the knife to cut if free

Carved into our hearts

We wear the name called death

Will there be a beyond?

Then let it weep in preparation?

A legacy of shining lights to despise the unjust

History will remember the ones among the first into the

breach

Once more unto the breach

Subsumed by abomination

Dead ritualistic threnody

this killing music