
Devouring The Feeble
Bloodbath
The Fathomless Mastery • 2008
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Lyrics
Black hidden presence waves his hand,
strides the earth for infamy.
Talons strain, devouring the feeble,
Dog-God litany!
Earth shall crumble,
amidst the ashes he will rise.
Cursing of the holy ghost,
mankind choking on its own demise.
Cold grasp around the heart,
claws writhing in the flesh.
Rites of supremacy consume the
weak and quench their souls.
Come red death, swirl the sky,
bring forth the rain of fevers.
Sickening is the dogma rushing
through your veins, buried believers.
The ever rotting presence of him,
the rotten sculpture of the one
that is bound to rise.
Conjure now this dark upheaval,
the pestilence that is bound
to come and cleanse the earth.
Cold grasp around the heart,
claws writhing in the flesh.
Rites of supremacy consume the
weak and quench their souls.
The ever rotting presence of him,
the rotten sculpture of the one
that is bound to rise.
Conjure now this dark upheaval,
the pestilence that is bound
to come and cleanse the earth.
Cold grasp around the heart,
claws writhing in the flesh.
Rites of supremacy consume the
weak and quench their souls.
strides the earth for infamy.
Talons strain, devouring the feeble,
Dog-God litany!
Earth shall crumble,
amidst the ashes he will rise.
Cursing of the holy ghost,
mankind choking on its own demise.
Cold grasp around the heart,
claws writhing in the flesh.
Rites of supremacy consume the
weak and quench their souls.
Come red death, swirl the sky,
bring forth the rain of fevers.
Sickening is the dogma rushing
through your veins, buried believers.
The ever rotting presence of him,
the rotten sculpture of the one
that is bound to rise.
Conjure now this dark upheaval,
the pestilence that is bound
to come and cleanse the earth.
Cold grasp around the heart,
claws writhing in the flesh.
Rites of supremacy consume the
weak and quench their souls.
The ever rotting presence of him,
the rotten sculpture of the one
that is bound to rise.
Conjure now this dark upheaval,
the pestilence that is bound
to come and cleanse the earth.
Cold grasp around the heart,
claws writhing in the flesh.
Rites of supremacy consume the
weak and quench their souls.
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