Flesh - Wildernessking

When I was flesh

I dreamt of death

The sweetest end

Pale and lifeless

But then I rose

With eyes devil red

Swine of tomorrow

Malignant will

May we feast from empty sockets

Come hyenas, come vultures!

Let it rain

Let it rain

Wash away

Wash away

A howl for blood

In atrocious form

Language so old

So sick and vile

And it must be said

And it must be done

A spirit awakened

Here we are flesh

Remember!

Grip of fangs

Rip of beaks

Honour the call

Cover the bones

In the bowels of despicable man

All nightmares have now come true