Mourners Will Burn - Abscess

Blast your life to hell

And watch it turn upon a spit

See the shadows of your allies

Crumble into shit

Rape yourself and torture skies

Of bloody seething red

Scream a ritual of power

Walk among the dead

Find your truth do not escape

Storm your path intil the grave

Life and death are no concern

Leave the mourners behind to burn

The powers of the universe

Can twist you into grime

The acrid fumes of living

Turn the stringest into slime

The wielder of the molten

Flows between the left and right

The bending into tragic might

As fiends and lovers

Graze your flesh with sleeping tongues

You must resist their poisons

Fight until you’re won

As long as you have pumping blood

That’s yet to bleed

The weepers fall onto the ground

On them you feed