Spiritual Sickness and the Suffering Soul by Kommodus Lyrics

Spat on, in the face of a constant mockery
Howling for armageddon
Sour soil filling body, spirit eroding, emptiness
The trumpets of redemption are blowing on deafened ears

Failing to summon the light
Barbed-wire nooses my throat
Tortured in trammels, I am thy own retribution
Falling on sword, no twelve labours of penance for me

A Sisyphus crushed by thy boulder
Rotting, let the vestiges of thy carrion
Be consumed by the vultures, by the worms
Let me be erased, forgotten, dust