Embrace Death - Wombbath

In this dark tribulation

Where weakest souls are immolated

As they slither and souls will collide

In the celebration of this ignored generation

Welcome to the world of the blood mortals

As they slither in the horror of the land

Into the breast of damnation’s glory

The ancient one is set for us to never see

In the dusk of the shadow horn

In the ending of all light

We are the dead

We are the living

We are the ones who will rise above the glory

We are the night

We are the children of the anti-Christ

A dance of immortality

Slipping our lust, shedding our mortality

Play with the fire of life

As my mind turns dark, I become eternal

How I wish for death

The peaceful notion of my nothingness

It’s written, it’s made up by the rotten flesh

This feeling a damned soul a notion of me

Ridden, by the cold winds of war

A walk a lonely path inside my mind

In this dark tribulation

Where weakest souls are immolated

As they slither and souls will collide

In the celebration of this ignored generation

Welcome to the world of the blood mortals

As they slither in the horror of the land

Into the breast of damnations glory