Morbid Hungers

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Morbid Hungers

In my bowels none can hear you pray
Winds of cannibals cistern your only grave
Great land of darkness carrion trailing shadows
Across the land to the outer depths of night
Mist of wailing dogs in deathlike silence bites

Morbid Hungers

A stranger perhaps is outside
Mine is the sign of the fog
Your heart cooked so crisp
Your flesh makes me howl
I come in shadow and mist
Quivering sky above
Your heart cooked so crisp
My feasting you are of

Things born in the dark are of the night
Things born in the day of the light

Will ever I be feeding on you now?
Or be starved by a worthless life
Born from the cross the generations
Drivelers those born from the cross
Giving birth to noisy creatures repent
Their graves are my excrement

Kamapua'a slash away with axe of other land
Moon axe felling forests by thine bestial hand
Pakahaimaoa
Shadow marchers of the night
Darkening the heavens
Murder tonight

Till I turn off my fucking engine
You are screaming in my trunk
If rocks don't run my off these cliffs
I am eating you for lunch
Do not wet yourself from fears
The plastic tore and you smell weird
I'll shoot you through your wasted skull
But if you piss yourself I'll kill you slow
The boar and I we have a hunger
Never mind your squeals and cries
In this reality I eat them when they die

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from Frykte, released November 28, 2017

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