Iron Sacrament (feat. Phil Bozeman)

Soaring
My sacrament blessing me
With your holy but wretched stench
Grant me my salvation

I shall not know
Of the seed that I've sown
Death visualizes
This crimson oxidizes

Spilling a godless death
Chilling of rotten breath
Spilling a godless death
The end is met

The end is met

Clavicles iron
Soar above the sacrament's fire
The funeral pyre
Burning the bodies, enlighten the choir

Bile spews from the mortal shell, but cannot tell
Suffering spawns my path to reclamation

Resplendent
Death crystalizes, agony harmonizes
Repentant
Death visualizes, this crimson oxidizes

Spilling a godless death
Chilling of rotten breath
Spilling a godless death
The end is met

Manifesting my design once again
The seed of filth will sprout a way to finally cast me out
Cast me out
A way to finally cast me out

The end is met

Dissolution dwells within my own delusion
Vertically bound, murmurs will drown, ruby red painting the ground
Bile spews from the mortal shell, but cannot tell
Suffering spawns my path to reclamation

Resplendent
Death crystalizes, agony harmonizes
Repentant
Death visualizes, this crimson oxidizes

Spilling a godless death
Chilling of rotten breath
Spilling a godless death
The end is met

Vision-seeking, eyeless
Wisdom bleeding, godless
Pierce the flesh exposed
Hymn of death composed

The river's run dry
And there's nothing left for you to know
Bleeding you out, marking the ground with your wretched stench
Nowhere left to go

Nothing here will grow, reaping what was sown
Hollow damnation roots in me