God Hunts - Call of the Void

Incubated in a fever dream

Hands tied, eyes seared

A perfect newborn

Spellbound children congregate

Caustic rites

Vessels for the plague

Divisive machines, fathers rejoice

Uttering sounds of praise

Dogma and faith

Blood and wine

March for the dead

Empty husks of human flesh

Don’t react, play dead

Putrid and conditional

Earn your love

A lifetime of guilt

Foaming at the mouth

Mass paralysis

Fumes of intolerance

Blameless for the meat they gave

Rejoicing and relinquished

Dogma and faith

Blood and wine

March for the dead

Empty husks of human flesh

Don’t react, play dead

Putrid and conditional

Earn your love

A lifetime of guilt

Foaming at the mouth

Mass paralysis

God hunts

With two hands raised to the heavens

God hunts

With your head deep in the dirt

Buried alive