THE DEATH CLOCK
MAKE DIFFERENT YOUR DEATH

From the death for you

 

Thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave, now what necrophagous second coming backs from the cradle to  hell slave?

Sicle constellation, stud the belts that welt the sky, whilst the bitter winter moon, prowls theclouds, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh, under silk matricide.

Watchful as she was upon Eden, where eery rose arbour and orchard she swept, hid the hising of a serpent libido, in a ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be keep.

Hear  that hissing now on the breeze, as throught the plundered groves of the earnal garden, a fresh horror blows, but ten billion souls are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees.

This is the theme to a better armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens...

And what use are prayers to that 'god'?

As devils bay concensus for the space to piss on your smouldering faith, of this world long a paradise lost. this is the end of everything, hear the gowing chord that a new dawn shall bring.

Danse macabre 'neath the tilt of the zodiac, now brigher sky stars shall reflect on our fate, what sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black/, the dark side of the mirror always threw ourmalice back....

I see the serpentine in your eyes, the nature of the beast as revelation arrive.

Our screams shall  trail to angels for those damned in flames repay, all siner lose their lot on judgement day, we should have cut our losses as at calvary, but our heart like heavy crosses held the vain belief, salvation like a promise nation, glamed a claim away....

This is the end of everything you have ever know, buried the vanquished reason, death in reason, driven like the drifting snow. 

Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war on our knees or another fucker's shore, heiling new flash, read, then roared to a crocked cross and a holy cause, what else be whipped to frenzy for?

This is the end of everything, rear the tragedies that the scraphim shall sing.

Old adversaries next of eye, now they crawling back, i smell their cumming as throught webbed panes of meat, led by hoary death, they nevr left dreaming sodomies to impress on human failure.

When we've bleed upon our knees. Tablature of gravel law shall see Gehennah paved, when empires falls and nightmare crawl....