Song | The Cannibal Gods |
Artist | Hour of Penance |
Album | Sedition |
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My sworn enemies upon whom I will tread | |
With scorn and despise and disdain | |
Those worms are breeding in nests, and feeding from us | |
Their shameful souls I will devour in pain | |
Thirsty – blood spilt on my reign | |
This world soaked with fear, demise | |
The earth is covered in scars | |
Desolation | |
I shall recognize each torn corpse immolated | |
For I will decide a ritual knife | |
Secretly severing every bone | |
They shall become the square shaped sacrifice | |
The flesh pyramid upon which I’ll call my new gods | |
Sacrifice – dead are piled | |
Prepare and incision on the cervical vertebra | |
Check the gusts – Check the stars | |
Thrusting a nail through the ocular orbit | |
Cross their arms – Wait the dawn | |
Cut the third finger in the handoff the seventh dead | |
Say the world – She your blood | |
Offer the flesh to honor the cannibal gods | |
Ferte Mortem | |
Ferte Mortem | |
Servi me – Servi me – Servi me - Servi me | |
Those worms are breeding in nests, and feeding from us | |
Their shameful souls I will devour in pain | |
Thirsty – blood spilt on my reign | |
This world soaked with fear, demise | |
The earth is covered in scars | |
Ferte Mortem | |
Ferte Mortem, fertote |
My sworn enemies upon whom I will tread | |
With scorn and despise and disdain | |
Those worms are breeding in nests, and feeding from us | |
Their shameful souls I will devour in pain | |
Thirsty blood spilt on my reign | |
This world soaked with fear, demise | |
The earth is covered in scars | |
Desolation | |
I shall recognize each torn corpse immolated | |
For I will decide a ritual knife | |
Secretly severing every bone | |
They shall become the square shaped sacrifice | |
The flesh pyramid upon which I' ll call my new gods | |
Sacrifice dead are piled | |
Prepare and incision on the cervical vertebra | |
Check the gusts Check the stars | |
Thrusting a nail through the ocular orbit | |
Cross their arms Wait the dawn | |
Cut the third finger in the handoff the seventh dead | |
Say the world She your blood | |
Offer the flesh to honor the cannibal gods | |
Ferte Mortem | |
Ferte Mortem | |
Servi me Servi me Servi me Servi me | |
Those worms are breeding in nests, and feeding from us | |
Their shameful souls I will devour in pain | |
Thirsty blood spilt on my reign | |
This world soaked with fear, demise | |
The earth is covered in scars | |
Ferte Mortem | |
Ferte Mortem, fertote |
My sworn enemies upon whom I will tread | |
With scorn and despise and disdain | |
Those worms are breeding in nests, and feeding from us | |
Their shameful souls I will devour in pain | |
Thirsty blood spilt on my reign | |
This world soaked with fear, demise | |
The earth is covered in scars | |
Desolation | |
I shall recognize each torn corpse immolated | |
For I will decide a ritual knife | |
Secretly severing every bone | |
They shall become the square shaped sacrifice | |
The flesh pyramid upon which I' ll call my new gods | |
Sacrifice dead are piled | |
Prepare and incision on the cervical vertebra | |
Check the gusts Check the stars | |
Thrusting a nail through the ocular orbit | |
Cross their arms Wait the dawn | |
Cut the third finger in the handoff the seventh dead | |
Say the world She your blood | |
Offer the flesh to honor the cannibal gods | |
Ferte Mortem | |
Ferte Mortem | |
Servi me Servi me Servi me Servi me | |
Those worms are breeding in nests, and feeding from us | |
Their shameful souls I will devour in pain | |
Thirsty blood spilt on my reign | |
This world soaked with fear, demise | |
The earth is covered in scars | |
Ferte Mortem | |
Ferte Mortem, fertote |