This Passing Into The Power Of Demons - Goatwhore

The eyes of this disgorged life, their faces are scared with lies

Scratched marks on the walls in place of words

Washed out, condemned, unearth this relic of the lecher

Contorted spasm of demonic control, cold-blooded, impassive

Hesitant in this disaster

Fear gaps this subconscious plane

Heavy breathing in final words

Comprised in fragments of suicide

Keeper of dead souls in the scythe of passing

Tormentor of self misery, a moment of weakness

Carrier of the secret to annihilate the universe of

All that was living, deceiver of lifeless entrance to the beyond

Crafted massacre from the undivine

A nomad of accursed paths

Spitting poison from distorted tongues

This guardian of the cursed

Chanting these words of possession

Calling to the burnt kingdoms

These ashen angels with the

Horns of these superior demons

Loss of faith bleeds from sliced wrists

Wretched thought of this self intervention

Sinful tongue will act as the spawn

For the words of this incantation

Holding innocence as a caged animal to be

Absent for recover in a later cause

Heavy breathing in hellish attack

God of heaven holds no ground in this place of black

Sympathy dies in this immortal state, forcing the divine into killing their own

Rise from the remains of this revived pandemonium

This face of evil covered in prolific tunes

A ceremony of these inverted rites

Hate enduced fever of heavenly domains

Inflicted rage from this evil spirit

Secured in this cleanse, of transient minds

Crumbling savage esponse, sanction is questioned

Sensory degeneration, of positive emotion

Upon the return, the rise of demons

Endless suffering, prevails the host

Ingesting this saga, from this place of cold