Songtext von The Inhumanist

Prophet of abomination Death's deliverance for the masses lost in their shadows faceless at last Beneath the foothills Palo Verdes Euripedes' country A man ancient loner lives, caretaker of gore in a land, forsaken to hawks. Day & night he stalks hungry for absence for the sedge's rise over tombstones & hearth smoke. His only companion a Double Axe two blades of the tragic held in his fist onanism of steel primed to smite delighting in the purity of violence. Who sees him as he nears? Doppelgangers crushed by the wooden heft, succubi raped the shaft deep in flesh, eyes shucked by the blade, hollows speaking blood. Not for vengeance does he rupture the weak ties that blind us to the grave's reality but for mercy murders this pale reflection of grace. Asserts the earth's dark return with every weapon's swing, each plunge of his laughter heralds a victory for the waters and the moon's inhuman mask.