Текст песни Burning Choir

Fire of the mind repels Our longing eyes are fertile Branded in your skull That this will be the vessel Burning offerings for a burning beginning A sickening force from the chasm within me Something there is leaning towards the gaping jaws of death Those who grant us turmoil in exchange of us to gather Sing for us the unworldy names that leads us to the frontier Burning Choir! Dead at last, dead is the world Unearthly manifest Dead at last, dead is the world Decadence Infest Ichor remains stained on the ground Obsolete, feeble and open Someone there is pointing towards the teeth that strikes the skies The dissonance of screeching vultures It makes our way out clearer As our senses is stomped by cloven hoofs Burning Choir! Dead at last, dead is the world Unearthly manifest Dead at last, dead is the world Decadence Infest Unearthly manifest Burning Choir! Heaven of animals!