Slave Beaver Revolt - Forlorn
I. ForlornWhite ramblings on forlorn mountains
Blood wretched out of man
Satanic whispers carry across the fen
Orgasm, inferno, cathedral
Burn your skin
Slay the kin
Grin
For the void
It stole through the skies
Landing on this Celtic isle
A mass of putrefied minds
Beguiled by the Opalescent One
To maim and spread blight
Shadowed by the moonlit night
Prosaic townsfolk turned limitlessly erudite
Vibrate under soil, the ancient meteorite
Blood quickens
Masses stricken
Hearts blacken
By the void
Radiating from the burning mound
Eminating on the profaned ground
The call of the deep
Sinks in while thee sleeps
Form the ring of abject malice
A congregation of malignity
Surround the desolate hollow
Spawned of the firmament
II. Voidwind
Murmurs and hymns
Wrought in sin
A void therein
Let us begin
Charred remains flake the wind
Malodorous fumes unrepent
The stench of the dead
Heathens laying torn to shreds
Thrown into the pit
One by one
Cast from this land
Forever gone
Written by:
Aaron Mullan
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