Metamorphosis from PAIN by Museum Of Past Artifacts

Echoes, shadows
The vestige of your old demons now morphs
Evolving, changing
To a new and terrifying form now morphs

At midnight this night
The butterfly will unleash his wings

Chrysalis made of the purest hate
Bathed by the liquid of this remaining spite
Inside of the cocoon the crier of all evil
Is resting and feeding for this finale awake
The hatchery is full with this only egg
With this venom worm that is growing with every fucking second it passes by
He’s slowly eating you from the inside

I am the Moth!
I am the final stage!
And this is my last metamorphosis!

The promise of burn this world to ashes
Now is rising from his shell
With his glorious black and white wings
This circle of life must be ended now

The great first fly on this last god
Will mark the begging of the final era
And the only thing that was left behind
Will be your fallen carcass on the fucking floor

The old me it’s gone and will never come back, no!
He was used to be the vessel for the birth of this creature
You will never see the ghost that I used to be
Now I am the moth; now I am the bringer of doom

• Blackgaze
• Metal
• Post Black Metal
• post-punk
• shoegaze
• Nuestra Señora De La Paz