Burning Choir

A fire of the mind repels

Our longing eyes are fertile

Branded in your skull

That this will be the vessel

Burning offerings for a burning beginning

Sickening force from the chasm within me

Something there is leaning towards the gaping jaws of death

Those who grant us turmoil in exchange of us to gather

Sing for us, the unworldy names that leads us to the frontier

Burning choir

Dead at last, dead is the world

Unearthly manifest

Dead at last, dead is the world

Decadence, infest

Ichor remains stained on the ground

Obsolete, feeble, and open

Someone there is pointing towards

The teeth that strikes the sky

The dissonance of screeching vultures

It makes our way out clearer

As our senses is stomped by cloven hoofs

Burning choir

Dead at last, dead is the world

Unearthly manifest

Dead at last, dead is the world

Decadence, infest

Unearthly manifest

Burning

Choir

Heaven of animals