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Deep asleep in the grip of hate

Fine souls waiting to be eaten

I arise, no other way

Slake my sick hunger

They don’t know anything

Of my own indiscretion

Caked in the sand of my domain

And their eaten viscera

Dive into their veins,

Their spines, and their hearts

Look helplessly upon me

Paralyzed, they’re my feast

Dive into their veins,

Drive into their hearts

In shocked catalepsy

Helpless now to stop me

Feast of fiends and allies

See the mist at twilight

Bombing, the daylights black out

Leeching until I pass out

This is rapture for me

Mortar seared mortality

Hiss of the beach at sunset

Soldiers weeping softly

I preside over this feast of stolen glory

Pride and dreams now cease to twitch within me

Blood and flesh of deceased swollen in me

Pull me back into antiquity

I’m sick with their mortal hate

Their souls are devoid of pity

Suicide will wash away

My unlife from within

Their own monstrosity

Has ascended my own dark hunger

Man’s line in history

Has set me to sleep forever