Flesh Incantations

Outside the city's walls
Our men are slowly turned
Their vile putrefaction
Makes way to insidious forms

Piles of organs squirming
Bodies reconstructed
Molded into
Weaponry organic
In his image of their divinity

Why would God punish us with this purgatory
As their putrefaction multiplies they lust for eternal rest
Grant them their salvation

Piles of organs squirming
Bodies reconstructed
Molded into
Weaponry organic
In his image of their divinity

Frail, the blistering skin of our soul trapped kin
I seek their vengeance
I've spent my years in isolation
Deciphering ancient manuscripts
Within the codex of terra
A prophecy foretold
The birth of the grafted human race

Flesh incantations prey on earth's wandering souls
As morale slowly slips away
A single guiding light remains
The hammer held in Vithrak's tomb
Our only shield against impending doom
With tattered robes covered in their flesh
I make my way to the chapel's gate
Racing towards the sepulcher
To break the cycle of virulent prophecy
Reaching out towards his sacred armament
I feel it's power coursing through my veins
I'll wield this hammer high in prayer
As this day may be our last

The mighty hammer pulled from Vithrak's tomb
Unleashes violent fury
In a concentrated beam
A photonic surge
A cacophony of souls released