Lyrics Primal Butchery - Hypoxia

Primal Butchery

Brooding over the foul decimation
Consuming onward, barbarically avowed
Scouring over moonlit wastelands i now roam
I blacken my mind and heave my burning lungs
Too fresh, too soon, to die, I gurgle and spit in tongues
Disillusion clouds my intuition
Painful bellows over the mutilation
Lunar curse, soul within has died, pungent fumes of rotting dead!
Drowning in fire, your doomed to succumb
Bathing in carnage, i accept my gruesome, fate!
Fate!
Hate!
Shrieks of suffering shrivel into dust
Blazing stars of bestial lust
Ahh!
My impulses for putrescence
Sharp and vivid beneath the freezing soil
Writhing in the fetid essence
Their blood spills cold as mine begins to boil
Ghastly shapes form through steaming breath
Primal instinct of rage and despair, despondent death!
Mutations of centuries past
Forgotten tragedies, unconscious, suffering to last
Cannot resist celestial pulls
When it comes to survival, forget the rules
Lunar curse, soul within has died, pungent fumes of rotting dead!
Feasting on the plasma of the inferior, flesh!