Lyrics to Runes In Warbles by Jeff Bobbin

The night engenders paralysis forged as lullabies,
Inhaling ether charged with blood sacrifices and battle cries.
The love that once upraised our guild now anchors us
In stagnant realms hand in hand as atrophying corpses.
Prosecution in ancient discourse.
The need for totems to feel dynamic in love transformed remorse.
(Precepts that torment us)
Relegated to the sands of nullity.
The sands of time that divide reality into transfixion.
Deserts that consecrate
The Luciferian existential condensed light
That this world will burn before.
I have become the duality within
This undead consciousness.
Delete the traditions
In which the flesh consumed, your lord is praised for.
These are not your gods limbs to give,
For faith forsaken savage flesh whore’s.
Runes enchanting us.
Runes recanting doctrine.
The creatures proclaimed are not your own.
Prerogatives will not seek casualty.
The sovereign will renounce his warrants.
His gods will bleed for eternity.
The prospects convey our species
Retching the blood and bones they’ve stolen
Unearth
A taste for whom exhibits your negligence.
Bow down
To the kingdoms in which your yearnings have abridged.
Choice has
Forsaken our inherent rituals.
Dawn tares,
The fabric that sheltered our hearts in umbrage.

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