Pawning the Sanctuary - Diskreet

Spawn a demon beast of baby’s breath

Corrupting all that you know

Pawn the last of what they had of wealth

Spreading your body compost across the weeds

Grow with fury, turns into life

Made to believe, no sign of day

You had eyes for the world

But I ripped them out of your skull

The land swept clean

Nowhere to turn, so conform to negation

Obscenity’s creation

This is just an eclipse for a nocturnal race

Hold tight to your weapons

You’ve made it another night

Don’t rest to long, for the morning we fight

Skin against steel

One fort not to be broken

You must face, face this reality

You must face, face this broken existence

I am no part of you, my life is done

Now settle as one

Spawning a beast

With the hands of desolation

Pulling out teeth, with minds of frustration