At a state of regression, the earth sits still, A void of black that will never be filled.
Obey martyrs, worship deceit. The truth buried underneath our feet.
Commit to the absence , the world bled dry. God has deserted, laid down his head to die.
And still we wait and still we pray.
As we harvest humanity, Layer flesh and decay.
Deserted- death impends to evict our existence..
We reap our flesh as flames singe the skin.
from Demo 2015
track released January 19, 2015
Recorded by Alex Tunks on 12/28/14
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