Baptized in a Storm of Swords - Goatwhore

I am alone

Killing my thoughts of outcome

Delusional virus of God

On the verge of extinction

nwardly caged

Empty in silence

Offering to the suicide king

Leaving the misery of God

A storm of swords to end my life (Take me)

A storm of swords to end it all (Drown me)

Lacersations from the sky to baptize my soul one last time

Rising from these seas of boiling blood (My own blood)

Torn from this birthed tomb that had no bearing on your choices

Still the dove of peace can not justify the bearing of the wounds of Christ

The blade of release

Uplifting in belief

Eyes opening to black

Reforming of this afterlife

This flame to resurrect

Following my own will

Holding the blade to chest

Escape from this scream of conjuring

Inhaling the blaze of forgotten fire

Scorching new blood to black

Through the center of the rotting sun

The sick angel with razors for wings

Resurrect me and offer me to suicide again

Faceless king engulfs me in freedom

A Venus of horror made imperial

Lay me back to soak my head in pure blood

Bleeding from my wrist… this stream of independence

As I raise my vision escapes

Feeding this surgery of the lifeless Six — Sacraments of anguish and deceit

Six — Shadows of baphomets horns Six — Fatherless bastards of grief Birthright

of the damned

We praise our soulds descent

Bleeding like a cold river into eternal damnation

These lacerations entwined (for) an alliance of the blind drink deep of

desecration

A murderous praise I vomit upon the holy altar

Hooks of the embraced hang from the heavens

Sucking the endeavors of pain

Bleeding life from the lifeless

As I soar on the tempests sharp wings

Trading layers of flesh during intercourse

Orgasm found in asphyxiation while losing life

Tubes pumping fluid of evolution into a mutation for the birthing of the jackal

Rising from these seas of my own blood

As man’s outer frame constricts with metal and tissue

A scaffold of torture to be raised as an altar

These interpretations of the surgical testament

Lying naked licking these wounds of humiliation