Lyrics: Chase Wilson/Ricky Hoover
Music: Cory Walker/Chase Wilson/Parker Adsit/Taylor Adsit/Ricky Hoover
Ashes...
All I see is ashes...
Burning embers surrounding me
I taste the stench of ancestral rot....
the fires raging beneath my feet
As I look upward I breath it in, breath it all in
Englut from a fetid sky
that’s Filled with malignancy
This will be the result of Parochial dogma
They endless search to make all the pieces fit
It didn’t come from the word as they wanted
But they made it so through all of this
Behold the sectarian warmonger so eager and bellicose
Armed with tenet
Purge the skeptics
Enjoin servility
Laud through carnage
when the day has finally come who will you call
Oblivion is drawing near to claim us all
At the trumpets final blare you’ll feel despair
The heavy burden of regret
Knowing that you followed them
Believing you’d be protected
As they left you barely conscious
Taught to rely
No quality of life
You gave away your freedom
To a soulless machine
Progress hypocrisy
A soulless machine
progress
End
All of this now
****ing suffering
We will shed
Our mortal coil when it comes
End our ****ing suffering
when the day has finally come who will you call
Oblivion is drawing near to claim us all
At the trumpets final blare you’ll feel despair