Blasphemeous Rupture from Sinister Upheaval by Boundless Chaos

bursting out of the deep — violence of the bleak
hammering the nails down into idols of the weak
(which are) the terror, the torture, the self righteous pain
throw a veil over what’s truth and what’s fucking insane

lord of lies tell me what I deny
flog my souls till I abide

seeking out the weak — lusting for victory
piling up the tinder under bridges that I need
(which are) the terror, the torture, the self inflicted pain
throw a veil over what’s truth and what’s fucking insane

horned one just already take my mind
replace it with a mollusc’s intenstines
I abide

remains of the feast — bones of rat and beast
gorging myself on the gore till I have what I need
(which is) the terror, the torture, the self denying pain
throw a veil over what’s truth and what’s fucking insane

light of my life I confess that I’m null
make me one, I'm offering my hull
my hull

night falls, black sight, heads’s gone, nails drive
hands dead, head’s dead, nails spilled, floor bed

nails deep, hands red, crest spoiled, path ends
take me, sign burned, return to earth

• Metal
• blackthrash
• deaththrash
• thrash
• Germany