1. PLAGUEWORM

Rise O Pestilence Thine Star Awaits

Awakening
Spewed forth from the hornet’s hive
A vulture’s spawn enslaved from the light begone
Cultivate to vitiate the cultured dawn by the stench of a dying star
Beyond the mouth of the rising svn, it descends and descends by the wave of a hand
Unleashed upon flies and the larvae they brand
Within the light that shines in the crypt, the horde sleeps not as they bewitch
Extract and subtract from the core of the coagulate, entranced by the winds of the clergy wings
Dissect the veins… enlighten… strain now, present the moon
Breed the filth, breathe in filth, be the filth

“As vermin be, so they now be”


2. CORPSEBORN

Within the fury of desolate winds, vermin ride upon wings of the scorched
Prayers reach the void only to return in a fire of vengeance and hate and scorn
No reprieve from their fate
A savior they detach from the cross of rotting flesh; yet his stench and decay is what is left staring back
Ingesting remnants, the plagueworm breeds, ushering the torment of hydra

Breathe my pestilent thy glory dims

No reprieve from their fate
Ingesting remnants, the plagueworm breathes and breathes and causes life to fucking cease
Flies drop like flies and their larvae scream, drowning the sound of dead prayers from the void
Soil now blood
Seeds are sown
Roots unfurl
Stems breach forth
Corpses born
Hornets swarm
The sun casts its glow on the marrow dust; fragments of all, carried by winds now calm


3. SUNROT

Die In My Pestilence, Thou Maggot of Whores

Thy tongue means nothing when the flesh is boiled to sludge
Smoldering you melt, as your suffering prolongs
Resuscitate animate denigrate
Behold, your crown of filth remains
Enslaved to the veil cast into black
Scatter in lines as ants under flame
Burrow in bile reflecting the vile somatic mutation, transgress you must not, for the air you must breathe will fill with rot
Scream you cannot for your tongue is not
Flesh from your face has peeled in disgrace
Screams from the sun reek with rot
To summon the rain, to syphon the flood
From the brimstone He erupts
Scale by blackened scale, spewing forth the boil
The Serpent in bloom, worship or doom
Enslaved to the veil, cast into black
Decay is left
The Serpent awaits


4. DUSTCULT

Trapped by the talons of His embrace, no air, can’t breathe
The Serpent's foul stench suffocates, asphyxiates, strangulates
As you fall limp, with both eyes turned back, your bones have been crushed by the weight of His black cold dead heart
He tears out a vein to drip it all back
In fervor you feed as the Serpent bleeds
No drop will you spill, you harlots of greed

Pray To My Pestilent One, O Swarm of the Fallen

Resurgence to pulse, arise by His strings
Fall in a worship, silent, deafening
Praise Him, fellate
Worship, fellate
Swallow, fellate
Discarded, you wait

Led by the strings that were woven in fear, deflesh you must
Be veiled, mutate
Deviate from stardust you came, corpseborn you are from the seed of the worm
Worship while he sodomizes your shame
Rise to the altar, dustcult
Blindly you follow, dustcult
Dead; you are hollow, dustcult
Dead you are