Lyrics The Glutonous - Professor Fate

The Glutonous

Trapped in storms of freezing rain
Cries of grief like hailstones fall
Everywhere we turn from pain
Through this land of hate we crawl
Salvations forgotten you
Oh!
Gluttonous sons of men
Diminish to obscurity
Deep within this devil’s den
Godspeed me to the wolves that greet me
(Oh reaper) I pray these dark swords do take me.
The more that I search — the less I find
The more that I thirst — it’s on my mind
I can’t forget your touch — it feels so cold inside
Can never get enough — never satisfied
Down here a great beast lurks
Howling through his throats of blood
Belly swollen, talons rip
Wretches flail, toil through the mud
And we too, howl like (wild) dogs
Beneath this freezing storms descent
And I, (sad soul) am not the only one
For all these souls suffer my lament