Rancid ones
Zombified preachers of gore
Come to us faceless queen of all unheard
Bring us pain of those torn from their souls
Lay hung and bleeding from a thousand fatal wounds
Make us tolerant of sights and of the cold
Bring us pain of those torn from their souls
Lay hung and bleeding from a thousand fatal wounds
Make us tolerant of sights and of the cold
(chorus)
Ten lords... drew around
Faceless lords... of the abyss
Fixed her... with the eyes of death
She dies... in the deep red mist
Blinded by darkness, a gaping hole in the sky
The stench of generations of horrid lives
Human flesh like jewels wrapped around her neck
Join us mistress of the gods possess our minds
(chorus)
Sixty demons tearing her limbs from her sides
A foul wind fills my lungs deep inside
Something more as I understand
We're joined with the rancid ones
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