Letra de Escapegoat

Unhuman nonbeings buried deep in the throes Of unsharpened wisdom Forages refurbishing the newly renovated dark age A plague that creeps up below us Aphotic in nature We gasp for its poisoned stench Yet it carries the key to the door To the apocalypse Parched of energy, pacified by fuel Irony; how a planet is rejuvenated by its own disease Held captive by an axis of evil Figures held is high esteem Dancing around a cauldron filling with oil Living corpses arise Awakened by the sound of wretched chanting Of witches with scorched faces Cauldrons still bubbling While their hopes of poisoning these resting cadavers increase Irony is running on the liquids that poison us.