On one cold dark summers eve beyond the ever winding trees,
In the bowels of the earth beyond the soil and the dirt
A cacophony of gluttony a summoning of endless greed,
The tapestries weaved filled with great and noble deeds
But when lies turn to truths and pride becomes food,
And the wine turns to vinegar the pius turn to fools
Shrieking screams unhallowed dreams,
Wake once more to fulfill your needs,
The night is at its blackest
And the time has come your are now freed,
Wretchedness and wickedness now fill these hallowed halls,
That once upon a time twas righteousness stood tall
For centuries in times of peace the treachery alas increased,
And now we find in these dark times a sinner as our priest
Somewhere lurking in the shadows thine eyes and ears draw near
Not a mouth but a maw slows to a crawl a gaping smile from ear to ear
Born unto this world not from womb instead shat into existence in fear
Of the joyous congregation of a narcissistic nation
Whom have brought many to tears
The brave knights and knaves carry shield and glaives
Turning malice to might in fits of bloody rage
They give no quarter all in their path are slain
They take no prisoners they torture all who remain
Their armour adorned with the flesh of those they've flayed
No more beautiful a lullaby than the cries of misery and pain
Oh sweet succulent sorrow, how I've missed your supple sultry sound
Such swift and steadfast rhythms,
I shall embrace you like the ocean while you drowned
Let the flames grow higher
As the wood stacks on the pyre hear them scream
Burn them in their sleep gut them in the streets
Crush every fucking dream
Lament in your sorrow, grieve for tomorrow,
A skull as my goblet, your blood is my wine,
Sweetened by your sorrow, a taste of the divine
A skull as my goblet, your blood is my wine,
Sweetened by your sorrow, a taste of the divine
Lament in your sorrow, grieve for tomorrow,
For tomorrow shall never come to be
Lament in your sorrow, grieve for tomorrow,
For tomorrow shall never come to be
I will show you the meaning of pain,
And turn your lamentation into endless despair
I will eliminate and copulate,
Forthwith I will suffocate leave you gasping for air
Just before sight fades to black release my grasp
And pull you back from death's sweet embrace
When morning comes you'll be undone all hope is gone
Not even your mother would recognise your face
The brave knights and knaves carry shield and glaives
Turning malice to might in fits of bloody rage
They give no quarter all in their path are slain
They take no prisoners they torture all who remain
Their armour adorned with the flesh of those they've flayed
No more beautiful a lullaby than the cries of misery and pain
Let the flames grow higher
As the wood stacks on the pyre hear them scream
Burn them in their sleep gut them in the streets
Crush every fucking dream
Lament in your sorrow, grieve for tomorrow,