Hubris - Regency of Hungering Swords - 02 The Marker, The Key

Paralyzed, broken down, resisting will get you nowhere Pain, torment, feel them reaching in, twisting a mind once pure to sin Cold, cold licking at your limbs, no fear, but joy at rapturous release Searching, seeking what was lost, finding nothing, but death’s head grinning at your foolishness Void, empty fucking soul – this is what we’ve done with you, divine flesh, the corpse of our ascension It will recombine, we will redefine The boundaries of your flesh, Through breaking of your bones Most cruel progeny, Unleashing Satan’s hunger Unending bleeding blight, We bring flesh bound Hell! Bold, deformities You shall drive forth The exultant final shape As simulacra of the marker You shall hatch the key in the graves of stars Thin, light The pulse of death now overwhelming You dream forever of gnashing teeth Your sword drinks forever in the throats of gods Infinite retribution Do not mistake yourself as free, your power is ours! Thrall of lambent deterioration Your will is not your own, exist to bleed for the marker, the key!