I, the Polluter Songtext
von October Tide

The presumption, think my thoughts
Aim low to target your darkest corner
Surrender all and consume my mold
Your freshness and glow to worship

Your healthy claret, a gift

I, the receiver
And you, the giver
When are we planning to leave and bleed?
You, the donator
Me, the polluter
Subsist to eat and breathe you dry

A chalice of charred remains
A solid education in the art of affliction


Drained, emptied out
Precious, cavernous
Deceased masks, pretending still
Defile and inherit the body, your temple
Release the grip to end it
Descend into oblivion
Release the grip, be gone

Your nursing claret now consumed
The normal now surreal
Reclaim the host of rampancy
To make your soul unseal

When are we planning to leave?
When are we planning to leave and bleed?
When are we planning to leave?
When are we planning to leave and bleed?
No more
Turn cold

You look like grief itself
When do I come to her?
Everyone is waiting
Come together to mourn