Terrestrial Tomb

Chariot aflame
Ashtray gray archangel archetype
This pound of flesh worth less with time
Look not to the sky!
Rapture broadcast on high
Some hide in vain
Some worship the warships
There is no forge no alchemist no sword
No sacred relic to halt this cosmic genocide

At nightfall they come
The distant screams
Erase all history
The scent of hell upon the breeze

Terrestrial tomb
They feed We die They multiply
Terrestrial wound
Carcass the host the parasite
City of gold
Turned silent rubble in our time
Rotted remains
Beneath this dead midwestern sky



Credits
Writer(s): Phantom Threat
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