Lyrics Servant of the Most High - Mammoth Grinder

Servant of the Most High

Bodies wrought by frigid space
Kneel down and float in silence through a plane
Cold and crucified in a boundless tomb
A gift in cloth a breath is lost
Reap the spoils
As human blood boils
Gone to pass through true
Bleed for those who watch from beyond the fold
Midst a crowd of dull eyes hanging in a void