Numbered Days - The Wretched End

A filthy steam of throbbing flesh

Generated through ages of time and dust

Supposed to be the last mass

All wrapped up in malicious human lust

A god-denying, self-imposed tale

Macabre, yet intriguing fascinating

A world high on stale

Why are we all hibernating?

A breath-taking experience for any and all

Gut wrenching pleasure

Bravest are the ones who still stand tall

By all means, use it as a measure

Our days are numbered — all the way down

Catle and men — all going to end

Spirit of the world, defunct and forgotten

White noise, it is all tormenting our souls

A kin so near, still so far away

It cuts through even our bowls

Can anyone lead the goddamn way?

A shower of blood, a sink full of waste

An idiot with an icon, a moron short of words

Is that what you call good taste?

Where is the mouth full of worms?

Our days are numbered — all the way down

Catle and men all going to end

spirit of the world, defunct and forgotten

Let’s pray it’s going to be quick