Arachnocratic Assemblage Songtext
von Dead World Reclamation
Arachnocratic Assemblage Songtext
They came by Nightfall, the clusters of eight everwatching eyes
As the canopy sleeps, unbeknownst to me, chelicerae seek their prize
Grappling tethers confined us
Webbed chains now conjoined us
Myotoxins enfeebled us
A darkened world of
Silken webs descending from this Arachnid majesty
A kingdom found in the woods, this nightmarish truth
Arachnocratic Assemblage
Unhallowed structure, maintain distance, ′lest you're entangled in your grave
What spiteful God would create such things? Eight eyes are watching, but none are his
Colossal frame of their Matriarch
Bloodletted husks of those who came before
Repugnant ichor oozing from their sores
Vassals, unhatched, sit nurtured
Silken webs descending from Arachnid majesty
A kingdom found in the woods, this nightmarish truth
Arachnocratic Assemblage
Unhallowed structure, maintain distance, ′lest you're entangled in your grave
What spiteful God would create such things? Eight eyes are watching, but none are his
Unflinching victims, their sustenance drained
Putrid lesions, necrotizing flesh inflamed
Gripped by fear, gripped by a paralytic cacophony; a venomous cocktail
Slowly, the circulation of sheer rot
I feel myself corroding
Insurmountable dread rising with my proximity to her fangs
Why? Why am I able to think? Why am I able to process each limb
My capillaries now transporting this viscous sludge
She won't let me die? I′m to feed those unborn
No, she won′t let me die yet
As the canopy sleeps, unbeknownst to me, chelicerae seek their prize
Grappling tethers confined us
Webbed chains now conjoined us
Myotoxins enfeebled us
A darkened world of
Silken webs descending from this Arachnid majesty
A kingdom found in the woods, this nightmarish truth
Arachnocratic Assemblage
Unhallowed structure, maintain distance, ′lest you're entangled in your grave
What spiteful God would create such things? Eight eyes are watching, but none are his
Colossal frame of their Matriarch
Bloodletted husks of those who came before
Repugnant ichor oozing from their sores
Vassals, unhatched, sit nurtured
Silken webs descending from Arachnid majesty
A kingdom found in the woods, this nightmarish truth
Arachnocratic Assemblage
Unhallowed structure, maintain distance, ′lest you're entangled in your grave
What spiteful God would create such things? Eight eyes are watching, but none are his
Unflinching victims, their sustenance drained
Putrid lesions, necrotizing flesh inflamed
Gripped by fear, gripped by a paralytic cacophony; a venomous cocktail
Slowly, the circulation of sheer rot
I feel myself corroding
Insurmountable dread rising with my proximity to her fangs
Why? Why am I able to think? Why am I able to process each limb
My capillaries now transporting this viscous sludge
She won't let me die? I′m to feed those unborn
No, she won′t let me die yet
Writer(s): Andre Lothian, Mark Gray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com