Goatwhore
Collapse in Eternal Worth
[Verse 1]
Frigid souls that can never feel again
Harvesting the dark magic in decay
Falling deeper into this trance of flame
Feeding from this now self worth withered

[Verse 2]
Dwelling with this worship of demise
This communion of transfer is complete
Passion stirs in waves of assault
Scraping elements sound from the mind

[Verse 3]
Return these false Gods
To realms of disease
Transit on the rotting
Harvest of the ascending soul

[Verse 4]
The fall of dominions
Extinction of man
Ascend in this blaze
That engulfs the tyrant

[Verse 5]
The spirit of twilight
Reclaim this dark power
Digest the archetype
In this verse of hate
[Verse 6]
This abhorrent manner
Filthy rite of outrage
A trembling coldness
The collapse of reason

[Verse 7]
Mount the wings of death
Wield the scythe of this ancient craft
Poison heavens in the blackest flame
Rise forth from this decay

[Verse 8]
Whispered words from these deadly lips
Secured to the pain from this abyss
Untouched by mortal glare
The throne in the void beyond despair

[Verse 9]
Bound in serpents coil
A final breath beneath this bitter soil
Fractured hands of time
These frozen moments of a sick design

[Verse 10]
Spoiled with ageless blood
Destroy the kingdoms on the throne above
Rising legion of the damned
Bring forth the slaughter of the holy lamb
[Bridge]
Open my wrists
Transcendence
A superb death
A vile custom
Of perdition
Adorned in this task

[Verse 11]
The soul of sacrifice
Blood for the master
This age of oblivion
A lifeless endeavor

[Outro]
Frigid souls that can never feel again
Harvesting the dark magic in decay
Falling deeper into this trance of flame