Melodic Doom/Death Metal
The presumption, think my thoughts Aim low to target
your darkest corner Surrender all and consume my mold Your freshness and glow to worship
Your healthy claret, a gift I, the receiver And you, the giver When are we planing to leave and bleed? You, the donator Me, the polluter
Subsist to eat and breathe you dry A chalice of charred remains A solid education in the
art of affliction Drained, emptied out Precious, cavernous Deceased masks, pretending still Defile and inherit the body, your temple Release the grip to end it Descend into oblivion Release the grip, be gone Your nursing claret now consumed The normal now surreal Reclaim the host of rampancy To make your
soul unseal
When are we planing to leave? When are we planing to leave and bleed? When are we planing to leave? When are we planing to leave and bleed? No more Turn cold You look like grief itself When do I come to her? Everyone is waiting Come together to mourn