Bloodline Broken - My Own Grave

With undying hunber, a fathomless swarm of locusts

As one, bottomless pit of gaping mouths

Parasitical leaches scavenging, bleeding the host dry

Black vulture wings extinguish the sun

The day of reckoning awaits, I shall spare no one

Master turns slave, the butcher himself becomes food for the rats

Fields ripe with putrefaction without end, and for the dead

No casket, no funeral, no mourning and no obituary

Walk the streets of solitude paved with bodies of the dead

Fear of dying stronger than the fear of life

Refuge in the shadows a rusted monolith, forlorn amongst the ruins

Bloodline broken

These voices from beyond, gnawing the flesh from my bone

Like a million voices screaming, draining the sanity from my soul

In this sanctuary, your heaven.

with morphine in your blood to keep you safe

From madness tearing, clawing at your skin from the inside

In a haze through the grates, you witness the end

Walk the streets of solitude paved with bodies of the dead

Fear of dying stronger than the fear of life

Refuge in the shadows a rusted monolith, forlorn amongst the ruins

Over cemetery fields, the last of manking

Dethrone monarch in the kingdom of the dead

In no man’s land, as despair has conquered his fear

Broken like his the bloodline is