Rebirth Of Nefast

Dead The Age of Hollow Vessels

Rebirth Of Nefast


I am the walls of the temple
Crashing down upon the woeful
The salt in the wound

An offering of the vine
The lifeblood has forever lost it's vigour
Thus the spirits leaves the body

Flesh of expiration walk the halls of mist
To permeate the jagged rock
To form the foul image of he without eyes

Rising from the white hot flames
Vital fluid flows
An antrorse cascade

The right hand of divine abhorrence moves
Casting a shadow on this sphere of vapour

Come!
Interventing mercy
Wash away the abscess of the soul
Hemorrhaging at it's very core!

Utter the words of forgotten tongue
To turn their veins to stone
Elevate the monuments of death

Omen of the rising flames
The gates to the inside

Spew forth the grotesque in all their hideous volumes
Enlightenment without reward
Only regret of partition
Dead the age of hollow vessels