Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Chapter For Transforming Into A Slug, artist - Slugdge. Album song The Cosmic Cornucopia, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 23.03.2017
Record label: Willowtip
Song language: English
The Chapter For Transforming Into A Slug |
Cast down into the dirt, to live amongst worms in the dark bowels of the earth |
Once respected now hated, imprisoned with blasphemous heathens and traitors |
Kept silent in cold isolation, rage seething vortex of acerbic vexation |
Agglomeration of seditious usurpers are primed in the furnace of anarchic fervor |
The black horde will come to stamp out the embers of the dying sun |
Beseige their Babylon; |
entombed within their own creation |
And as the ceiling caves, their fallen cradle turns into a grave |
Behind their crumbling walls they bend like wheat in a storm |
Commanded; |
Recite, he journies to Slish in the cold dead of the night |
With the rest of his kind, in morbid procession on torrents of slime |
Vile lord of repulsion unfurls revealing the boils ripe with pus for his churls |
Thereupon his foul humours they feed, sometimes the world must be cleansed with |
disease |
Willing to lay waste, they’re fueled with the fury of malignant faith |
Where death is no disgrace, it’s all or nothing in their crusade |
Rebuild a Kingdom gone, a garden for the chosen ones |
Upon the fertile mud the earth runs red with blood |
Oppressed becoming tyrant |
Replace order with violence |
Through senseless intervention |
Disrupted ecosystem |
Corrupted, all for nothing, the beauty has been stolen, just emptiness and |
loathing |
Ambition choking reason, the power I amass can’t fill the void that’s left |
Fallen from grace, lost in greed, the knowledge he sought is a curse to concieve |
Twisted, malformed, alone in the dark, when faced with the truth of what we are |
The black horde will come to stamp out the embers of the dying sun |
Beseige their Babylon; |
entombed within their own creation |
And as the ceiling caves, their fallen cradle turns into a grave |
Behind their crumbling walls they bend like wheat in a storm |
Oppressed becoming tyrant |
Replace order with violence |
Through senseless intervention |
Disrupted ecosystem |
Corrupted, all for nothing, the beauty has been stolen, just emptiness and |
loathing |
Ambition choking reason, the power I amass can’t fill the void that’s left |