Lyrics
There comes a time in everyone's life
Their breath will cease or be taken away
When clouds born of the bleakest womb gather
No weeping or shouting in deaths gaze
Demons flock to the cadaver
Baring hungry teeth and clasped hands
The sight of teary eyed fathers and mothers stir gluttonous pockets
They drool like starving dogs, seeing tragedy as wounded prey
Painting lifeless eyes
Dressing frigid limbs
Ringmaster of graves
Whipping the beast of grief
To preform hollow rituals
Ravenous devils
Harvesting deaths embrace
You're the master of maggots and
Rot you selfish pig
Their enflamed misery
Is the fuel for the torches of your luxury
Worship the wicked
(Worship the wicked)
Death absolves their sins
(Death absolves their sins)
The servants of worms
(The servants of worms)
Fill caskets for the pure
(Caskets for the pure)
Ringmaster of graves
Whipping the beast of grief
To preform hollow rituals
Ravenous devils
Harvesting deaths embrace
You're the master of maggots and rot
Death is a whore in your street
Fuck the hole six feet deeper