Текст песни Hills of Behelit - Phasma

A sun hovers over a blackened marsh that will not dry
Trekked miles with no formations to surprise a scanning sight

Every sound I make is now part of a dead language
That strangles the throat and leaves me in anguish

Tears from the heavens
Possessed enslavement apparent
Tears from the heavens
The howling beastly, incoherent

Beneath thy feet a sea of flesh and eyes
A slew of mangled bodies
A composition of everlasting rot
I stand on the newly formed hills of Behelit
Composed from rot of those who have been sacrificed

My brothers, my flesh, my kin!
Devoured by the children of God's hands
I wail and cry out to my father
The mountains that shields us from the coldest winds moves

A heaving leviathan
Turns its back
God has abandoned us
Sacrificed for his ultimate desire

Black seas rage within my soul
Nestled in the heart is an infection
Nurturing it with malice and hate
Spite moves each foot in front of the other
Death is inevitable for all except me

The children visit me at night
Beckoning me to join them
To end my suffering

There is no inch of space left to scar the skin
Closer to the sweet whispers of Behelit

A blackened inferno building in the chest
My body tires but the combustion will not rest
A breakdown of the outer shell

Against the heat of the sun
Gripping each limb I tear them asunder
Cleaving into their heads
They burst into flames

Redlining until I can
Commit this vessel into
An explosion that consumes all