Khemmis - Maw Of Time

Burn the pyre to our daughters’ pain In the fire there can be no eulogy Swine and sickness, shrouded in disgrace Ordained sinners preying on her memory Cast out of Eden Her flesh a sacrament Corrupt. Enshrine. Upon an altar of her bones Confess. Betray. The sky is burning red Renounce. Decay. We lie beneath the stones Salvation’s but the gilded door of the abattoir One by one, all will bleed for her Our legacy, a world reduced to ash Souls of black — barren, diseased Hide behind the mask Hunt the vultures Bring them to their knees Bind and gag them, waiting for their fall from grace In the darkness Tear the mask away Hollow rulers trading their power for decay Cast out of Eden Her flesh a sacrament Corrupt. Enshrine. We built an altar of her bones Confess. Betray. The sky is burning red Renounce. Decay. We drain the chalice We — We are echoes of loss Are — In the absence of light Dust — Wrought of corruption, unworthy of redemption Shadow — Tombstones, an endless grave Fragments of root and bone Time becomes our tomb We are destined to rot eternal Consumed by a world forsaken, we will not be mourned