Predatory Reich Lyrics

A pulse that beckons through the dimming light of wayward night.
To feel it is to breathe knives.
Go forth withering roots, be reborn.
Standing at the apex of predatory Reich.
We've grown as rust and eroded as the earth.
Chromatic and paradoxical.

Wrench the guts from your masters, viscera piled high.
To claim back the kingdom once ruled from the sky.
Now hang with your Judas, your shivering tongue.
Bearing the cross of your heaven undone.