1. DESOLATION OF CONJOINED EMBODIMENT

Glory, sovereign, transcending,
She, She rules
Through the door light, swarmed
Torn through deep space. She, she rules
All who fail will embrace the nemesis
Hunger spreads across your graves
This plagued sin. Death over hymns who reform
Ere these disease, abolishing mortal swarms
Gory breeds plead to something, origins of bio summates
Humans disinform/ Carrying the minds, revulsion
Eternal bliss, convulsion. Into they fall
Craving of their minds, shortly already begun
What may be desolated, humans define her source of light
Where's your savior? Lead your glory then what?
Descension, a menace to sin, tearing in
Thy parts and intrigue them, until we bleed them
Shortly away, a shroud to vanquish thus
Beyond
Lies from birth they shall regret,
Retaliate because there is no more freedom
Rise over the sun, rise to thriving our infiltration
Decimate all
Today she rules the soon to be rotten,
Creatures will rape all
Demoralize their flesh prevails
Mechanical nature merge from the surface, extracting the life of earth
This is what you wanted, the new vision of Christ
Our role is to lust for this, your role is to pay for this
Follow enigmatically, ignorance is bliss,
Moronic, do unto us
Die amongst and rot and rust. It's too late to go back
Trade and enslave is the. Answer of all above gratitude
Darkness of voids infused by seeds,
Reformed creation by entities
Countless auras retund...piercing beneath the black sun
Cast down unto transcendence.
Thy sources, a soulless body rises
Nameless organisms reform, conjoining within the mortals
towards the portals. Are they contour
Entombing copulation, taken while the seeds mature
Befouling, befoul the offspring
We are, we are...the chosen beings
Has destined to arrive, teeth grinding of relapse
Pestilence excites their hungry, already collapsed
Glory of the decaying, this is only refinement
Desolation of conjoined embodiment


2. THRONE OF OOZE

It's coming for you... Stalking through decay...
Internally mechanized...
The scourge of ooze it maims...
Smothering filth and fumes...
Disgust of biley sustenance
Forging gods of banishment...
Spreading cosmic genes of pestilence...
Pursuing the science, experimentation
Stimulate the throne she shall rest upon.
Ere of ancient matter reforms
procreate revulsion, seed of the dark scorn
Bio organs remain. Perpetuate the rank that bleeds
Spewing mechanical innards. The throne of ooze shall feed
Gluttony for mortal flesh, this whore breeds impurity
Merging through the grounds, procreation
Perishing and conquering earths fresh sanctum
Souls despair as the ooze turns black
Iniquity is granted, there is no turning back
They are all victims who've flawed their rights
The galactic universe dissimulates from them
Pithless mortals heir to the circle of life
Life that steals, leeching thy will.
Separate from another dimension
Cesspool of slime retract into the membranes.
Shielding a soon to be corpse
Stealing the life of the stainless casuals.
Time to play her favorite game
Fleeing likes maggots a razor limp will maim
Crippled and dragged by branches of repugnance
Severs them, the rest of the humans commit
To their penance scorning will only leave a weeping mourning
The throne must feed in order to breed.
Darkness becomes the only light feed
This bitch because there is more after life
Ooze...Behold the realms of the vanquish
This abominable whore will plead.
The throne of ooze shall feed.
Gods of the netherrealm decede


3. RETUNDING OUR HUMANITY

Gods descend as the martyr's weep
A sustained territory where the children heap
A lost soul is stumble upon blade by blade
To reach the ancient altars of decay.
Sacrificing an infant, hope us the rarity
A fictional prophet grants prosperity
Evasion from the truth, still weak minded fools
A treaty of peace but they will conquer and rule
Cluttered in a singular space
Tempted to recreate humanity in
This dystopian form of life
Fathomless to all hope
Eventually spotted by a wretched creatures sight
Humans life is nearly endangered
Close to death, contemplating what faith they would prefer
The final act was already plotted
To liquidate the ambassadors
The wretched pounce from the upper atmosphere
Bashing their walls, an altar is no more.
You have been obscured, soon
The smell of putrefaction leads the ungodly forces
Unto you...no kneel before your masters
Fate is truly a virtue when your life became outsourced
Brainwashing your mind. Induced transcendence is only time
You are programmed to kill, thrive, and steal
That's in your will. Your gut tells you
What you see, live or breathe
That greed shall be the key to the
Creation of the most questionable
Where do humans commence
When retunding our humanity recreational