Lyrics: Richard Allen/Aaron Kitcher/Edward Pickard
Music: Richard Allen/Aaron Kitcher/Edward Pickard
The niggas' harmony echos within our cave of castration,
accenting the weeps from the men remade as women;
stripped of their appendages,
probed and beaten. A cult deviant savages seducing bastards in the darkness,
bringing life to the night, herding boys into the light;
becoming one more carcass.
In the dark, they have no name.
In the dark, they corrupt and maim.
Twisted nymphomaniacs;
parasitic vixens,
creeping.
Twisted nymphomaniacs;
parasitic vixens, creeping.
Shadows from the fire flicker on stone,
illuminating heaps of blood and bones.
Faces in the mist obscured; unknown.
Sirens of the mire, the whispers of doom;
all who heed consumed by gloom.
One peer behind the veil reveals your tomb.
The chants of the coven sweep through the land
temptresses of violence walk among the damned.
Through the wind,
they call you in.
Luring them to the circle to lay, erect, while dissecting;
slowly peeling at the shaft.
The loss of blood brings the lured to reality.
They gaze in horror at their penile cavity.
Fall blind to the coven.
Become their prey.
Gnawing at their dick.
penetrating them with their own dick.
Fall blind to the coven.
Enslaved;
their prey
never to be seen again.
Enslaved...
They pray.
Shadows from the fire flicker on stone,
illuminating heaps of blood and bones.
Faces in the mist obscured; unknown.
Sirens of the mire, the whispers of doom;
all who heed consumed by gloom.
One peer behind the veil reveals your tomb.