Awaken,
Dispel the dream of soul,
The swarm must have taken you

Surrender,
Look around you
The aeons are carving in

Ghosts of longing fade
The emptiness draws crimson dew

Abandoned lie the heavens
The aeons are carving in

What happened?
Deserted flesh, in havoc draped
Pantheons [bad word] residue

Man falls as the world keels over
Sprayed into a sanguinary fog
Count your blessings
Time has [bad word] The eons are carving in

All is silent
The razor's medium
Behold [bad word] overcoming!

Only putrefaction
Remains to tell the tale
Of how the dead never rose from their graves

When, like choking flesh
Embalmed by the reek of odium
The last mouths have stopped flapping
Then we must be through

Man falls as the world keels over
Sprayed into a sanguinary fog

Count your blessings
Time has [bad word] The aeons are carving in

ceremony of subsiding penitence?
silent epitaph for a fevered vacuum!