Slugdge - The Chapter For Transforming Into A Slug lyrics

Cast down into the dirt To live amongst worms in the dark bowels of the earth Once respected now hated Imprisoned with blasphemous heathens and traitors Kept silent in cold isolation Rage seething vortex of acerbic vexation Agglomeration of seditious usurpers Are primed in the furnace of anarchic fervor The black horde will come to stamp out the embers of the dying sun Beseige their Babylon; entombed within their own creation And as the ceiling caves, their fallen cradle turns into a grave Behind their crumbling walls they bend like wheat in a storm Commanded; recite, he journeys to Slish in the cold dead of the night With the rest of his kind, in morbid procession on torrents of slime Vile lord of repulsion unfurls revealing the boils ripe with pus for his churls Thereupon his foul humours they feed, sometimes the world must be cleansed with disease Willing to lay waste, they're fueled with the fury of malignant faith Where d**h is no disgrace, it's all or nothing in their crusade Rebuild a Kingdom gone, a garden for the chosen ones Upon the fertile mud the earth runs red with blood Oppressed becoming tyrant Replace order with violence Through senseless intervention Disrupted ecosystem Corrupted, all for nothing The beauty has been stolen, just emptiness and loathing Ambition choking reason The power I ama** can't fill the void that's left Fallen from grace, lost in greed The knowledge he sought is a curse to concieve Twisted, malformed, alone in the dark When faced with the truth of what we are