Unto the Knife - Arsis

A sulfurous stench that captures the greed of life

Like flesh unto the bone, and both unto the knife

An ulcerous wench enraptured with the falling night

Embracing with the moon while racing from the heaven’s bite

For horns, forewarned

The dream evolved

For horns, forewarned

A race absolved

A race absolved and now…

The crawling web of sacred dead can rest, betrayed

To your lament will not be saved

The crawling web of sacred dead can rest, betrayed

To your lament will not be fucking saved…

By the vow of rapture or the holy ghost

And the vessel of virtue becomes the fevered host

For endless torture, to darkness betrothed

For horns, forewarned

The dream evolved

For horns, forewarned

A race absolved

A race absolved and now…

The crawling web of sacred dead can rest, betrayed

To your lament will not be saved

The crawling web of sacred death can rest, betrayed

To your lament the sacrament will not be fucking saving…

Divining heart, the rise of the dark… the dark

Feel the change in the sky, his stirring

Feel the cold and hellish blast

Feel the fatal lie enduring backwards through time to the past

When the righteous being dances unto the ways of rust

And the crux of truth collapses into a ghost of dust

The wrath of the watcher, in sacred rest betrayed

The wrath of the watcher, the sacred won’t be saved