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Body Bags for the Gods

de Katalepsy

Space is deserted
But not lifeless!

Its sepulchral blackness is an unsuitable place
For the eyes that can see
His miracles are strange
And frightening and his gifts are terrible
Those who were when there was nothing
Those who were before nothing
Will shake off age-old torpor
Will rise in all abomination
Will sit on the empty throne
Of homo-asapience

Will make nests in the guts
Of the defeated king of nature
Will make nests in the guts
Will rise in all abomination

Their hands are on your throat
But you can't see them
Do you have the strength
To fight the poison that is worse than death?
Their hands are on your throat
But you can't see them
Do you have the strength
To resist the will of the stars?

Horror that crawled out the belly of starless night
Horror that's stretching for thousands years
Horror that is relentless, insatiable, invisible
The world of light is cursed and enslaved forever

Listen and obey, mother-borns!
Bow your heads before praised with howl!
Let sate them with your warm blood
Giving the life to their descendants!

Horror that awakened by boiling blood
Horror that came for death
Horror that's relentless, insatiable, invisible
The age of fear and fires

Will make nests in the guts
Of the defeated king of nature
Will make nests in the guts
Will rise in all their abomination

Horror that crawled out the belly of starless night
Horror that's stretching for thousands years
Horror that is relentless, insatiable, invisible
The world of light is cursed and enslaved
Forever!

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