1349 - Slaves Lyrics
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Slaves
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What Are The Lyrics For Slaves By 1349?
Devolving backwards with glorious abandon
Delirium ? In a gilded cage Aching like an open wound In consecrated disillusion Man crawls back into the slime Like carrion upon carcasses of slaughtered beasts Successors ? scraping at your gates Spine broken underfoot in rotten evolution Drowning in eternities of neglect Constant and eternal As it carved into the flesh of earth Under the sovereign-doctrines The inner iron-discipline The slaves shall serve Chaos reign supreme The slaves shall serve In corrupt insanity The slaves shall serve Alone in decrepitude The slaves shall serve In reverse spirituality The slaves shall serve Chaos reign supreme The slaves shall serve In corrupt insanity The slaves shall serve Alone in decrepitude The slaves shall serve In reverse spirituality In piles of bone building towers to the sky Kneeling ? In dying contemplation Spitting the futile prayers Towering to be closest to the gods In spineless submission Swarming under isoclinic cromlechs of death Culling ? mormillion opiate-masses Resting on the laurels of mass graves Climbing gold mountains, in disposable waves The slaves shall serve Chaos reign supreme The slaves shall serve In corrupt insanity The slaves shall serve Alone in decrepitude The slaves shall serve In reverse spirituality Rot of humanity As their males birth ? death and female hyenas Under disciplinary-suffering The inner strata-discipline The slaves shall serve |
Who Wrote Slaves By 1349?
Ian Tilleard, Mark Tighe, Michael Read
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