Naught but Death - Funeral Mist

Thick flows the river of depravity

And thick flows the flood of vile sin

We sing softly to the gates for them to open

And let the holy fire in

Have no mercy upon us, Lord

We seek no justice, only death

Earth’s heavenly mirror lies broken

And the web of souls has been torn apart

Take now this handful of whoredom and filth

And fill the hole in your heart

Have no mercy upon us, Lord

We seek no justice, We seek no trial or chance

Have no mercy, Lord

We seek naught but death

Waken now sinner and consider

The itching teeth of what’s to come

All that you’ve created even that sign from God

Shall with you now be undone

Have no mercy upon us, Lord

We seek no justice, we seek no trial or chance

Have no mercy, Lord

Let perdition rise and take form

The moon is bleeding the sky is sackcloth and ash

Have no mercy, Lord

Let our destruction run its course

We stand measured in the now

Blessed but yet to earn

The language of the void

The lost tongue of the depths

Beneath us float spells of power

Above us worlds of light

The phlegm of the Holy Mother

We hang gutted on the cross

Cleansed but yet to learn

The mantras of the dead

The chorus of decay

Before us lie aeons of black

Behind us shreds of life

The skin of the first and the last