Teratism - Triumph Of The Grotesque lyrics

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ammer strike driven by hatred

Through their doomed collective skull

An unprejudiced assault on humans

This sick tower of life will collapse

War grind this pit into a chasm

There's plenty of beauty to burn

Merely dust in a waste gate

Buried by the sands of time

The embers of the grotesque

Riddle an obsidian malice

Onward plight in a mirrored abyss

Unveiled by the soul's eclipse

Impalement with rusted nails

Through razor scarred wrists

Ritual pain infliction

In a tortured parody of crucifixion

Wreaking open wounds that forever

Bleed into the seas of woe

Satiate the growing death lust

Let decades of flames and anguish pass

And the blood drenched children of God

Lay beneath the sands of time.