Judgement of the Bleeding Crown - Goatwhore

Falling heavens in these black flames

Nothing will be excused from the end

Even the mighty gods will be reaped

Keeping the promise of the final harvest

Painful structure of gratification through massacre, this common ground of

perversion

Excavating the blackest arts of desecration, concealed in the chambers of

unreason

Gods of this great death hear the voice of calling

Open the sun for bloodshed upon the heavens

Tributaries of origin flooding the harvest of war

Transfixed on the rotting convergence of ascension

A devouring dragon of war, harvest the magic of decay

To be enslaved in evermore, a shallow endeavor of life

Shards of bone

Used to decipher

Unearthly kingdoms

Fading away in fire

Hammer of this ruin, feeding on essence of revival

Denounce the ways of the light, nether planes of existence

Silence falls upon us, in the temple of the unfed flame

Denounce the king of thorns, master of this subterfuge

Bodily desecration

In lavish designs

Sculpting the skin

Into sigils that bind

The raven consumes the entrails of a dove, symbolic transfer into darkness

A hex of purpose for diluted copulation, birthing the great beast of vengeance

Lord of smokeless fire, turning the air to cold

Infect the sky with dark, devour the might of old

Return to the cold earth, born from this decay

Forced to return to its rot, on this lifeless day