My Name Is Frightful Among the Believers - Goatwhore

A crown of warfare, a diadem of pain

Count the days of collapse, of these golden realms

Furnace of the bellows, a tempest to make the embers burn

Filling the sky with our screams, merciless mother of storm

Create the enslavement of these tyrant ways

Enter the empty blackness of these final days

Washed away in the tides of this timely hate

Buried in the oceans beneath the sand of decay

Erect this empire from the crumbled remains

Foundation of conquest, upon these soiled minds

Rise from the ravaged, ageless prince of the starless realm

Channel this vision of deviance in the sacred expulsion of man

Charm of this darkness lures us into the void

Out of corruption life emerges to be destroyed

Lord of unknown awake from this timely sleep

Buried far below the oceans and in the endless deep

Purification in ritual murder

Spilling blood for this sacrifice

Spiraling the knife in wounds of lust

Swallowed into the jaws of collapse

The abyss awaits with open arms

Concealing this nature of revenge

Unsettling moment of perversion

Creating this path for the condemned

Intoxicating aroma of death

Embrace the essence to obliterate

A dead man’s scream, beyond the cold flame, voiding the mind

Shocking revelations, awake in the night, dulled by the poison of life

Where the shadows gather and the night becomes blood

These secrets within the great abyss, the gnawing fear inside

This is the end, the failure for all of man, a silent voice that descends

Unearthly pale fury, another tragedy of god, awake the horsemen of doom

Out of the abyss we share this fear for the dark concealed inside

Beyond the light of stars an angry sky breeds the hate for mankind