Fleshmould (feat. Luke Griffin)

I carved my name into his eyes No surgical precision, no need for a steady hand Yet skilled and efficient and consequent the lines are drawn with love for the craft Violating sight and molestation of his mind Extreme commitment induces supreme expertise Perverse violence embedded in instinct-I am blessed A malicious performance of an undiscovered artist Driven by hatred and revulsion for celestial deception Transcendent are the ones who propagate the slaughter of the servants of the self-crowned creator Follow the lead Restore the balance Regain command We are the ones who'll regain this Slaughtering the pathetic and grinning as they close their eyes. Emptying their lungs, the struggle is real As the air is filled with darkness and a lack of recognition. Pulling strings of life We will not be silenced, nor Decapitated of our reasons For disgust and repugnance For epidemical depravity strengthens extinction of morals and of innocence We need Contagious aggression and competent slaughter Genocidal restitution as atonement for deception Immaculate entities find their downfall as viciousness plagues humanity's wellbeing In rapture we will celebrate our new-born kingdom For eradication of divine contagion shall be the rebirth of freedom Their blood spilled on the music of Choir Master Hate Blood is splattered in the name of darkness, a dance of hate We are the ones who orchestrate