Apocrypha

Festered from the flesh of the insolent
The hands of terror tear out from below
Spewing fire like a flood from an ancient mouth
The guttural call of a thousand dead spills out
Bearing ruin for the restless no death for the damned
The nameless lines the corpses throughout the lands

Screams of futility feign in remorse
The faltering of faith will bleed its course
The text of purgatory shall pour out its wrath
Laughing from within the depths of a sea of rats
Portraits of pain devoid of all prayers of death
Masses mangled in a flurry of teeth and flesh

Eyes of madness,
wings of vengeance
Feast of guilty skins,
Burning forever in
hateful,
wicked dissonance

Festered from the demise of the innocent
Tribunals of warfare seek their reward
Spewing fire like the swarm of a sacred plague
The decadent stench of the dead left in the wake
Bearing hatred for humanity and its weak.
Feast on the fear of the selfish and the meek


The persistence of depravity devouring hope
By the unbinding of the sins in tow
The persistence of insanity infecting hope
Apocrypha! The day the beast awoke.