God Slaughter

The strands that remain Wither by a thread Before coming undone A sudden sadness The shadow in the blackness Cold cryptic darkness Nestles in the crevice Deep within the core Buoyancy grows in disposition Abducted by the spirits The ones who follow him The ones I've taken Who are ever longing death Even after they pass Inhale their rotten breath Summoning a mystery Along with their misery Chanting is empty and hollow A grueling moment of silence Before chaos embraces reality Exorcism of asceticism The slay of God The ones who follow him The ones I've taken