Withered on the Vine - A Loathing Requiem

Forged from the fires in the belly of the Earth

Beware thine demon

Convincing are the words to an innocent spirit

That you were born a heathen

Leering amongst the deviant

Leering amongst the villainous

Luring the frailty of man

Isolate and devour

Struggle to inherit a heaven that does not exist

Whispers of mortality loom over everything

As if they ripped the sun out of the sky

Pales in the wake of death’s stride

Screams of mortality loom over everything

As if they ripped the stars out of the night sky

You praise a darkness disguised by light

Parallel to none we exist

By the grace of the divine

Propagation causing Man to decline

As you wither on the vine

Devouring deception

As you wither on the vine

They will watch as you decay

Only sheep are sure to follow and obey

The weak will be crushed by walls of the tomb

Built by frailty which resides

Within your veins

Pumping deadly venom directly into

The heart of a desolate shell of wasted skin

Lost in perpetual dreamscapes

Reality

Lost in perpetual fantasy

Leering amongst the deviant

Leering amongst the villainous

Your eyes once glossed with innocence

Will see no truth

So unfortunate

To live depraved

And carry that burden

To your grave

Putrefy on the vine swallow lies festering and waiting

For the harvester to come reclaim your fate

Putrefy on the vine swallow lies festering and waiting

For death to strike and end your destroyed life

Writhing, dying

Cut yourself free from the vine with apostasy