Collapse in Eternal Worth - Goatwhore

Frigid souls that can never feel again

Harvesting the dark magic in decay

Falling deeper into this trance of flame

Feeding from this now self worth withered

Dwelling with this worship of demise

This communion of transfer is complete

Passion stirs in waves of assault

Scraping elements sound from the mind

Return these false Gods

To realms of disease

Transit on the rotting

Harvest of the ascending soul

The fall of dominions

Extinction of man

Ascend in this blaze

That engulfs the tyrant

The spirit of twilight

Reclaim this dark power

Digest the archetype

In this verse of hate

This abhorrent manner

Filthy rite of outrage

A trembling coldness

The collapse of reason

Mount the wings of death

Wield the scythe of this ancient craft

Poison heavens in the blackest flame

Rise forth from this decay

Whispered words from these deadly lips

Secured to the pain from this abyss

Untouched by mortal glare

The throne in the void beyond despair

Bound in serpents coil

A final breath beneath this bitter soil

Fractured hands of time

These frozen moments of a sick design

Spoiled with ageless blood

Destroy the kingdoms on the throne above

Rising legion of the damned

Bring forth the slaughter of the holy lamb

Open my wrists

Transcendence

A superb death

A vile custom

Of perdition

Adorned in this task

The soul of sacrifice

Blood for the master

This age of oblivion

A lifeless endeavor

Frigid souls that can never feel again

Harvesting the dark magic in decay

Falling deeper into this trance of flame