Xasthur
Sigils Made of Flesh and Trees
Blood clotted sewage possessed my veins and mind
Poisonous indulgence
Suicidal voids filled with fragments of waste showers
Dreaming a tormented memory to slash my throat
Yet awakening in blood
Vortex and scars on their mind
To never forget the meaning of hate
Resuscitate my dying breeze into the dreams of tangled living corpses behind sigils made of flesh and trees
To drain you of your soul, falling to your knees
Echo's calling through stillborn wombs
Unknown evil & chaos is spawned
Hypnotic tones from far away
Bring abysmal wings reborn through death thus bring a new eternity