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The Spear and the Ichor That Follows

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GenresDeath Metal
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Heir to the Crown of Sodom Lyrics

5. Heir to the Crown of Sodom (6:14)
Behold The fortress in the shadow of a martyred son
Virtueless benevolence and intolerant of the abstained, stolen into rulership by the murders of his lineage. Bastard of his ilk, ridden of his faculties. Fragile state of mind in frenzy of appetites. On separate occasions siblings contort into sodomies unexplained, semen and blood strewn about communal wings. Paper inquisitions burn in fire places obligating kinship to the twisting of his purposes. Even his swollen dead are re-sexualized.

Tense creeping fingers gripping is related - a wide awakened girl with quivering breath. Gaius gliding over the offerings inside her, draining out his family's ovum, ejaculating sin. Sinful glow in pupils of deceit, pulling in his grasp strands of golden locks in rhythm of disgust, driving Sodom's womb, enjoying every spoil of his father's gift.

Political eyes fawn, whispers of treason fog the corridors. Speechless wives are stolen of their dignity as they kneel to formalities.

One who takes fame in madness, one who rules with death at his side. Laughter in the halls of his domain, laughter in his public chambers. A brother to a madman, a father to no one greater, nephew to a mighty ruler and a slave to all inversion. Mentally corroded, taste for the undeveloped and unbecoming man.

In the gray dawn under a sickly sky, the ground stone ripples, dimming in cloud light. Where hath thy mind wandered to acquire these wretched ills? Writhing where worms of Hades will not dare.

In nebulous ruin does a black mind choose to fray? Losing all clarity in his culture of misanthropy - as an odorless flower, colorless and tasteless, is violently tossed aside to rot and deteriorate...

Pulling in his grasp strands of golden locks, handfuls of skin - similar sweat conjoins in rhythm of disgust, driving Sodom's womb, filling every void of his mother's love. Shaking in the night, wrists not breaking free incestuous shackles, clamoring inbreed mirrored candle flame igniting shameless eyes - a deed for poison murder or of suicide?
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