Wet Cunts, Profane Whispers Lyrics

On salted ground
We build with bones
Sun bleached and decayed
A monument
To our empty lives.

This
towering
construction
Woven with skull,
femur and rotting hair

A desperate bridge
Between man and God
Is the final prayer
The last oblation
Of the remaining few
Left to be purged.

Our Father shall cleanse the sky
With fire, and caustic rain.
With trembling hands we dig through hardened clay
To prepare our earthly graves.

In the lingering
warmth
Of a sinking Sun
Our monolith
beckons
With the sound of an ancient tongue

In the lingering
Warmth
Of a sinking sun
Our monolith
Beckons
In the verse of an ancient tongue
Come to me,

you daughters of ruin
come to me.
With wetted cunts
and profane whispers.

Writhe!
Surrender your flesh
Free yourself from form
Dance the dance of death
Be one with the storm.
The arrow in the heart
The poison in the vein
The corpse birthed from the womb
The song of inverse praise


For this is glory!
A triumphant end!
for a withering world!


Writhe!
For this is glory!
A Triumphant end!
For a withering world!

From madness we come, and to madness return
Thrashing forth like oceans
Shining like dying stars
From Chaos we’re born
And to Chaos we die
Crossing the final borders
Into the quiet night