Flesh Is Apocalypse

The key to avoid the dark
Is set your fleshes ablaze
Brood of same abortion
A new form of inhuman life is generating hate

Glowin' hammer in my torn hand
Is tool of a transmutation art
As absence of pure life and
Evanescence of everlasting death
Immense fields of corpses
Impaled on thousands mutilated crosses
Lacerated soil prosthesis
Skies appreciate laughing thunders

This lower humanity species
Squirm within throbbin' flesh trench
Black clouds are catharsis swarms
Moon decomposes in shreds of light
Deconsacrated is their shape
Mauled carcass is one suppuration surge
Struggling to drill space
Through raping veils of putrescence

Cauterize atrophied arms
In name of warth we crawl
Flourishing with darkness
Proud of cannot shine

Blut werft von der gräber aus
Wo geschöpfe und leichen
Nützen sich in der letzten orgie
Von der menschheit

All we lay
In crystallized spirals of
Eversive stimuli
Entwining thy crown

Our flesh's thy crown.