Текст песни Postmortem Acquisition - Phasma feat. Nicolas Cummings

There is no epitaph to send me off
No tomb to cradle me
Just a whimper cut mid breathe
From collapsing lungs

A constant storm laden with the fists of god comes crashing down
Waters rise and fill my premature grave
Sight has left me
The song and dance of the shovel play out in my mind
I count the sheep as they start to pile
Forming my eternal blanket

Convulsing rage added with festering hate
Clawing deep
Colors begin to bleed
Slivers sliding deep under the nails
Ascending like his serpent
Growing malcontent the rites become abhorrent
Nervous prayers clutching your crucifix
My gaping maw shielded from the candlesticks
Growing malcontent the rites become abhorrent
Slivers sliding deep under the nails acending like his serpent

My hope justice has been burried and replace with
Furry from the grave

I am the wielder of the iron reaver
Reborn from the flame bearded womb of the reaper
And renamed soul stealer
Fall to your knees now swine
I shall cleave your head from your body
Hollow it out and drink the fresh squeezed juices of your brain
To quench my thirst
Your flesh consumed to satiate my hunger
Your bones used to pick my teeth
When all is said and done you will rest in feces

Bursting bulbs shower my corpse in its gentle embers
Snuffed out by the pools of leaking puss
Glimpses of decay track and spread
Plaguing your peripherals

Beg as best as you can but the part of me that could empathize is now burried
Balancing the scales
Make your offerings
The judgement stays the same
Sacrifice what you can
But this headstone will bear only your name