by Nick Gisburne
As he slowly paints the purifying symbols on his skin
With the ashes of the fire, and the fat
In the stomach of the carcass, in the filth he finds within
In the desecrated heart he hammers flat
Are the chemicals he needs to charge the charms
With a hiss he drips their acids on his arms
In the darkness, in the black before the dawn
He shivers in a blistered field of corn
He is cracked across a prism of intolerable pain
Where the colours of his torment start to split
There is order in the patterns, and the magic they contain
Binds a servant who is ready to commit
To a sickness he was not supposed to know
But the depth of his devotion drives the flow
In the darkness, in the black before the dawn
He sees the world and showers it with scorn
From the resurrected echoes of the body in the pit
Rise the whispers of a black, aborted soul
In the stillness, as its violated bones begin to split
As a nameless evil slithers through the hole
As the servant paints new patterns on his face
He becomes a god, a shadow out of space
In the darkness, in the black before the dawn
A festering atrocity is born
The resurrected elder of a long-forgotten race
A fiend
A force
A shadow out of space
Lyrics by Nick Gisburne
Music and vocals created by Suno
