The Feast Begins at Dawn - Dead Head

Naked women on the ground

Fear stained in their eyes

Fate of death lost in time

Tomorrow is black and cold

Masturbation

My sensation

Sperm of my dark dreams

Masturbation

Sensation

The bodies will be raped

Mutilation

My sensation

Institute of pain

Mutilation

Sensation

There is no awe for God

Leave the ways that you’ve been thaught

The future can be cruel

Let no-one tell you God is dead

For man is not to say

The eyes of evil are starring cold

Her twisted body lies in her blood

Rising torment carneted corpse

Thorns of hatred drive me insane

Stench of young blood The Feast begins at Dawn

Expulsion of Christ Religion of the Dead

Master of lies this God is weak

Curtain unfolds The Feast begins at Dawn

Morbid Awkward You’ll find the carnal veil

Dark eye Cultures The feast begins at Dawn

Black dawn Undead Whisper hate with silent

Breath

Unknown Instinct The Feast begins at Dawn