Septic Veneration - Transmetal

You hate hapiness

You worshippers of death

Fighting your kidneys explode

Feeling isolated and ambushed

Life ends in your hands

In your grey hostile war

Death appears new and ferocious

The holy grace agonizes

A broken heart of misfortune

The blood that you spill drips in vain

Opening channels under the earth

Septic veneration

Broken under shredded rags

The souls sob and beg for mercy

In shame are the stains of justice

Horns of sulfur will fall

Harsh journeys carry your feet

Rivers of blood are flowing

All without consolation

Drown in painful lamentation

To ravage all the southern skies

To crack the silence of destiny

Your wish sickens the falling rain

With the blood of your own insides

Your eyes contemplate darkness

Big tears are sliding

On your tormented brain

Septic veneration

Septic veneration