My skin is too tight
My muscles too weak
My bones too brittle
To contain this bulging shape
A walking assemblage of symptoms
Is all I have become
Bound together by sheer will
Why is it so difficult just to exist?
This pain is unbearable
A manifestation
Of my worst attributes
Like a doppelgänger
Walking around in my skin
As their strength grows
Mine is diminished
A vacuous hatred
Bred into their blood
Take a hatchet to the roots of their treacherous tree
As our strength grows
Theirs is diminished
Every seed that they have sown
Shall be plucked from the ground
Every trumpet they have blown
Will scarcely make a sound
Herald! The end of man
Makot Mitzrayim
Moses, stretch your hand
Marked by blood of the lamb
In the realms of their wretched empire
All the myths that they’ve devoured
Every cyclops in dragons’ dens
The imperial wizard grows his power
Rain each plague upon them
We shall mourn for none among these ghouls
Hold fast, each lash furious with vengeance
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What an absolutely beautiful album! This is what black metal really leads to; beautiful and powerful expressions of anger, mourning, and joy that lead to real change for those suffering! I can’t say enough good things about this album! The huge range of genres is incredible as well! deathmoth829