Cold Seed Burning the World - Paganizer

Bitter butchery

Drawing down the moon

A sacrifice to the gods

To bring forth debauchery

They came in thousands

As an answer to the prayer

Doombringers to spew forth the filth

Massive tanks of flesh and bone

Cannons made from corpses

The legions of the damned

They sure bring some power

Channelled from the void

To spew and annihilate

Answering to none

Yet obeying death

Masters of controlling the flesh

Twisting the shapes into form

Pissing and spitting hell

Into the open wounds of humanity

Cold seed burning the world

Sickness spreading to cleanse it

Cold seed burning out

To eat this world