Lords of Lavish Filth - A Loathing Requiem

The most high walk amongt us

Cloaked within the flesh

Know not God

Know your fate lies in the hands

Of the puppeteers

Not divine as the parables declare

Broadcast from concealment, ventriloquist

Sermonize, exploit your marionettes

With strings of disdain controlled by hypocrisy

Stitched within the fibers of sackcloth and ash

A withering veil over your eyes

Regenerates the weakness every time you kneel

Set ablaze the thickets of ignorance

Your saviors bask in hatred of your creation

Stitched within the fibers of sackcloth and ash

Proliferating veil over your eyes

Trapped in blindness

You are servants to your overlords

Salvation for your slavery

Salivating for your soul

Mental distress and oppression

Flee from the struggle they shall detest

Social collapse

Bleeding through the hills on the horizon

Human holocaust

Lords of lavish filth

Feast on the dead

Casting shadows of ruin on the wasteland

Surge of murderous intent

Cannibals of fear

Casting shadows of ruin on the wasteland