Songtext von Famished For Breath

Thou shalt precipitate History Those days of yonder And the solemn roots of the human race Into the furnace fraught with fire unquenchable The names of all things thou shalt feed To the undying worm And rejoice at the mumblings of a once potent tongue The haughty strides of Time thou shalt put to halt And mangle Past and Future with ghastly wounds While for these deeds thou hast Borne universal reproach Laugh at their vain designs, for scarce the sun hath Finished his journey, nothing remains but The dread tribunal of an everlasting Present Forge a bond in glowing iron the manacle Faith with raging Madness, another Reeking of nitre, to chain Truth with Fear Lo and behold, the first of many harvests Of corpses is thine! Famished for breath An angular neck and eyes aghast The effulgence of Horror in this New World Is without peers Thou shalt celebrate the conception and rise Of the New Man, to whom all he eats or drinks Is propagated malediction A Man pregnant with infernal flame Standing on the devastation Of all things past