Primal Butchery - Hypoxia

Brooding over the foul decimation

Consuming onward, barbarically avowed

Scouring over moonlit wastelands i now roam

I blacken my mind and heave my burning lungs

Too fresh, too soon, to die, I gurgle and spit in tongues

Disillusion clouds my intuition

Painful bellows over the mutilation

Lunar curse, soul within has died, pungent fumes of rotting dead!

Drowning in fire, your doomed to succumb

Bathing in carnage, i accept my gruesome, fate!

Fate!

Hate!

Shrieks of suffering shrivel into dust

Blazing stars of bestial lust

Ahh!

My impulses for putrescence

Sharp and vivid beneath the freezing soil

Writhing in the fetid essence

Their blood spills cold as mine begins to boil

Ghastly shapes form through steaming breath

Primal instinct of rage and despair, despondent death!

Mutations of centuries past

Forgotten tragedies, unconscious, suffering to last

Cannot resist celestial pulls

When it comes to survival, forget the rules

Lunar curse, soul within has died, pungent fumes of rotting dead!

Feasting on the plasma of the inferior, flesh!