Lyrics Reckoning Of The Soul Made Godless - Goatwhore

Reckoning Of The Soul Made Godless

Memory of these blood stained faces
In the darkest corners of primeval wisdom
She lays awaiting the masters of faith
Mistreated actions take form, in an outlet to avenge this rage
Drowning within the spiral of this hellish plane
A naked body layered with sigils of this summoning
These preaching altars transformed for consecration
Like blood and fire
In the sacred sacrifice of Satan
I hail the blood stained horns
The goat of a thousand young
Clandestine episode of inflicting torture
On the self to culminate the powers of evil
An urge to take lives in these sadistic ways
Reflection of horrific gaze
Frozen with blurred visions
Trembled lips beg in whispers
To represent the force of this offering
Convert the virgin essence
In offers of rape to the black goat
Sanctified gestures of the perverse
Attained in the source of anointing the god of fire
My name is spoken
Echoing through the void
Disciples of the damned
March into the fires
Treacherous disciples
That brand the names of hell across virgin skin
Forcing a trauma that induces this demonic hallucination
Bleeding soul of the virgin whore
Swallowed in the storms of flesh
A rising dawn of cruelty
Awaken the impure
Perception of the deviant, to the judges of mankind
Slashing her wrists and arms, in hell their hearts lie
This proof of devotion
It had death’s face
Anticipate the cry of a hundred prayers for the release of pain
This eve of lucid conjuring
Defiled notion of praise
Fatten the beast with her flesh
Her screams are unheard, except for the dead
Adorn this whore of god with horns
Screaming fury of eternal escape
Conceptual journey to seek the birth of evil
Arouse her fury in various states of amputation
Crawling epidemic in quiet confines
This falsified concubine of the heavens