Lyrics What Fresh Hell - Leviathan

What Fresh Hell

Take wings at Midnight
Under glimpses of a uncertain Moon
Her thoughts become scarcely human
They infest and cloud her mind
And she longs for this rotting ill
And the grim bolt of her king
She waits in bestial desire to meet her master’s last words
«Do you think I would except just any soul willing to give itself to mine power.
I torture and chastise you to ripen you for mine embrace…
Taking wings at midnight"