Crowning The Swarm

Cold seeded hate, a palace of destruction
Where tired souls tremble and disintegrate
Perpetuated in the essence of misery
Which has been given a throne of insects, worms and slime
"Praise the hidden cracks that soon will rupture the forsaken hearts at the dawn of earth's last sigh"
Feel the truth embodied in the nails that are hammered in deep
Sanctified, crowned a swarm of flies
And the lord did so, and there came a grievous swarm of flies into the houses of the unexpected and their servants and into all the land now corrupted by reason, the ensamble of our "great" existence
From oblivion to salvation, to master the arts of sin
Now praise! And let this be known:
To open the gates of life, implant the key of death...