Is this is my final breath
or just a forgery of fate
no more, no less
my body's last exhaustion
in desperate times i've wondered
if that's all i had to expect
in battle i fought valiantly
a thousand souls i've taken generously
delicious afterbirth of bodies mangled
by my sword, infidels
you will be crawling on your knees
struck by power beyond
night and day
towering
ceaseless onslaught becomes
constant decay of self
breath of dying men, my pleasure
mindless and turned to which
i have despised all these
years of maiming corrupted me
this is the worst part
i'll have to explain tragedy
everyone's gone now
and you will enter slavery
it's just not my fault
the problem is society
i have to make do with
vicious inhumanities
it's time, i will take a bow
freedom still a privilege
one which you now won't enjoy
past the
gates of misery
blood keeps pouring out of me nourishing the earth beneath
death's grip reaches out for me, never have i felt such pain
so clean, immense
enveloping, a womb of torture, warm and encompassIng
unmeasurable, i lose all self, defined anew
the victor turned to prey
it's time, i will take a bow
freedom still a privilege
one which i now won't enjoy
i'm still breathing
it's time, i will take a bow
freedom still a privilege
one which i now won't enjoy
past the
gates of misery
this is the worst part
they're writing my obituary
"always on time and
a huge count of fatalities"
not even a tombstone
i guess this is my legacy
i've checked out of office
at least my style was victory
Culinary-themed melodic death metal outfit cook up a smorgasbord of fierce solos, tight percussion, and cheeky, foodie-approved screeds. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2024