Lyrics Bloodrite - Mouth Of The Serpent

Bloodrite

As the benevolent bestow what hesitantly we seek to restore, the mind turns
sick and reeks of atrophy.
When can the hand not grasp what’s slipping away?
This is the testament to the ignorance of mortality.
These are the grounds I shall mark with sacred geometry, in an attempt to
redeem your soul.
You will not fear of the dark;
it shall retrieve you, (the) burdened,
through the sacrament of demon worship.
This effigy procures the end, sown of fur and bone.
My blood shall spill forth on the seal I have laid, and usher the night back to
the day, undaunted.
«Reprieve the breathless.
Cover my body in pustules and sores as atonement to the unforgiving.»
«Born of anathema, convolution rains upon the gestation of time.
Scavenger of the answers, slaughter the internalized.
«From the putrid depths arise the carcass, reeking of despair, and moss
cradling the bone.
«Remove the stain of this rebirth that death has wrought.»
«You shall now walk amongst them.
«My effigy negates the end, sown of flesh and bone.
Your blood has spilled, negating seal, tarnishing this plane with a life
consequently wrought.
«I am the butcher of understanding, extinguishing the light that guides the
lost.»
What hesitantly we seek to restore… Condemned as sick, we reek of apathy.
The ending of days, we’re all just waiting to die.
Born, and at last the flesh shall raise, but I fear I have condemned us all.
The blood atones, but rains as it omits, unleash the winds of famine and of
pestilence.
Remove the stain of this rebirth that death has wrought.
You shall all walk amongst them.
The effigy procured the end, sown of fur and bone.
My blood shall spill forth on the seal I have laid, and usher the night back to
the day, undaunted.
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