The Battle of Yaldabaoth Songtext
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The Battle of Yaldabaoth Songtext
The battle had barely begun before
Bodies, like mountains, piled up toward the sun
Blood flows, like a flood,
Crimson mud washes over the land where civilization once stood
All the while, the war rages on.
The weak fall quickly to the mighty and strong.
And they wail as they fail to withstand the
Cataclysmic defeat that has been brought upon
Fantasized genocide. Imperial subdivide.
Humanoid pesticide. Indiscriminate fratricide
A war of filth and harrowed souls with
None left living once the battle unfolds
The trees only allow a peak of light, a glimmer of hope
"Rip them limb from limb from limb
Burn their bodies and char the skin
Crush their bones into dust and feed the wind
Eat their hearts with a threatening grin."
All the while, the war rages on
Many have died, and now, all hope has gone
The wounded cry and try to escape the
Neverending slaughter that has just begun
As the warriors erase the fiends unclean,
The King sits in his dwindling throne.
His mind is filled with only loathing and woe
And with open eyes, he′s paralysed;
His gaze fixed upon the legions of heretics;
Demoralised - rivers of atrocities,
Miles of monstrosities; a grim stream of desolation and misery
May the hopeless sing through their journey to the damned!
And deep underneath the flourishing life lies death
The roots entwined in the rotting;
The warriors of primal supremacy;
Prostitutes of war decaying in the dirt for all eternity
Feeding the pines, the valley of swine slaughtered for their faith
The horns sound once more in the deep
Drums... in the deep...
"Hell upon Hell, Death beyond reach.
All howling voids and torment beneath
Swallow me, please, and let me sleep...
Though I know the dark is swarming with teeth."
Bodies, like mountains, piled up toward the sun
Blood flows, like a flood,
Crimson mud washes over the land where civilization once stood
All the while, the war rages on.
The weak fall quickly to the mighty and strong.
And they wail as they fail to withstand the
Cataclysmic defeat that has been brought upon
Fantasized genocide. Imperial subdivide.
Humanoid pesticide. Indiscriminate fratricide
A war of filth and harrowed souls with
None left living once the battle unfolds
The trees only allow a peak of light, a glimmer of hope
"Rip them limb from limb from limb
Burn their bodies and char the skin
Crush their bones into dust and feed the wind
Eat their hearts with a threatening grin."
All the while, the war rages on
Many have died, and now, all hope has gone
The wounded cry and try to escape the
Neverending slaughter that has just begun
As the warriors erase the fiends unclean,
The King sits in his dwindling throne.
His mind is filled with only loathing and woe
And with open eyes, he′s paralysed;
His gaze fixed upon the legions of heretics;
Demoralised - rivers of atrocities,
Miles of monstrosities; a grim stream of desolation and misery
May the hopeless sing through their journey to the damned!
And deep underneath the flourishing life lies death
The roots entwined in the rotting;
The warriors of primal supremacy;
Prostitutes of war decaying in the dirt for all eternity
Feeding the pines, the valley of swine slaughtered for their faith
The horns sound once more in the deep
Drums... in the deep...
"Hell upon Hell, Death beyond reach.
All howling voids and torment beneath
Swallow me, please, and let me sleep...
Though I know the dark is swarming with teeth."
Writer(s): Richard Allen, Aaron Kitcher, Pickard Eddie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com