Neqriem - In the Wake of Atrophy Lyrics

The air grows cold around
As if winters setting in
The sky begin to darken
And the winds now menacing
The smell of death gowns firm
As if every grave unearthed

Far among the mountains
A cult is singing palms
A lullaby to recognize
The horrors they have sprung
Within a tattered shed a man lay
Brutalized claimed as retribution to their god
To their surprise they realize it was denied
Bringing forth an army of the dead

We watch so helpless as their heir begins to spread
Devouring what is left of our beliefs and our humanity
Disfiguring faces.... Storm frantic clouds
Nothing left breathing just twisted crimson found
Eviscerating every mortal within reach
Our numbers dwindle to extinct

Calling out to us a preacher speaks our fate
He speaks of war, rape and years of blasphemy
A world this built as sin
No shred of dignity
We blindly glorify the ways of idiocy
A mass of tyrants soon swept away
This a cleaning an no ones meant to live

A broken mother lie, bewailing at the sight
Of a feeble child wilt grasping entrails void of life
Cleaned in decay, our reckoning
The wretched spew forward in waves of a flesh obsessed
Devouring all in its sight
Empires crumble in the wake of atrophy as it decimates

Through the chaos the madness of thought is all we have to leave us in silence
Cleansed in Decay