Lyrics:
They'll try to save your soul
And they'll never admit there's nothing left
So eager to ignore
The acrid stench of your
Decaying flesh
Still cracking
Eyes lidless and burning
Face down in acrid bliss
I sense euphoric yearning
But I rather you drown in piss
Eyes lidless and burning
Face down in
lungs
Lick me with your acrid tongue
Taint the blood within my veins
And compromise every
We wash our hands with dried out soap
Dry with waxed paper
of shellfire,
Through acrid smoke and fog,
Annihilate the enemy
Lethal efficient machinery
Razor swift manoeuvres
Efficient martial doctrine
Smoulder the bones
Vapid flesh
Acrid breath
Rancid rest
Baphomet
Bring your bows, bring your knives, bring your axe and your wit
Bring your torch, and of course bring your
satisfaction
Long may they leer
Let's be who we are
And crush this fucking world
Acid burning
Iron breath
Acrid yearning
Taste of death
No funeral
Empty your
Acrid smoke in our eyes
The howl of the conflagration
ignited by the hatred
A pandemic of condemn
The countdown to the last conflict
The omnicidal flames
Acrid tongue and low tide
Parched and sick
Purified
Uncontrolled burn
Divine
Parched and sick
Purified
Divine
You won't see a night again
better stand, there's no turning back
The bugle sounds, the charge begins
But on this battlefield, no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses'
or said
Or how I lost another week
There must be something going on?
A nagging sense of shame
I can't explain
An acrid taste of smoke and blood
better stand, there's no turning back
The bugle sounds, the charge begins
But on this battlefield, no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses'
of a long-lost stare that somehow leaves you shook
They're in the stories children tell or in an acrid, smokey smell
They're in a breath when a story's done,
droop like lilacs
Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell
But no I got, I got pink clammy lady in my nostril
Her against the wheel me
This is the best time of the day, the dawn
The final cleansing breath unsullied yet
By acrid fume or death's cacophony
The rank refuse
better stand, there's no turning back
The bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses
An acrid taste of defeat tormenting my last years
And when I feel my body behind
Punched Smashed
There's no pain just silence
My last breath echoing
The acrid smell of burning branches
The relics all in ruin
Broken blades atop the altar
Cheap substitutions
And the tapestry above
Torn down,
Wheezing, can't breathe
The gas mask's leaking, acrid smoke
Her pain, her, her, her slip's on fire
She flaps at it
Swung ringed wrists flap-flapping
Beat
This is the best time of the day?the dawn
The final cleansing breath unsullied yet
By acrid fume or death?s cacophony
The rank refuse
droop like lilacs
Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell
But no I got, I got pink clammy lady in my nostril
Her against the wheel me
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I plunge on into certain death.
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar
remarkable timin', hot rhymin' and nice climates
Spit accurate, acrid acid, alleys on my penny tablet
She make it nasty when I freak my Jamaican accent
Ay
The heart is pounding, try to escape
Bony hands scratch and claw
The acrid stench of death surmounting
Survival tactics initiate
Stay alive
Grotesque,
wasting
Your sore sinews rot, blood curdling coughs
As acrid foetor corrodes your lungs
Body orifices clenched in your teeth
As you frenziedly try
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