Wrath by The Tenebrian Machine Lyrics

We the putrid who have been to the endless sea of pus
The ash of he who waits behind the bark slowly creeping is overcoming us
Empirical assimilation towards remittance of the rendered facts

Ocean of Orion stimulates the sea of abominable acts
Incur the wrath of he who sleeps beneath the land of unclean mist
Incur the following of the one who waits to catch your wrist

The sending of the man with many names
A garden in your soul for psychiatric mind games

Psychosomatic, physically
I feel the rotting pulse finally taking me

Sordid, heaving
Piercing, feeding
Eye contact
Still breathing
Fester, bleeding
Existence
So fleeting
Crushing pain radiates
From the path I wander
This earth misguided
I hunger for the release
That comes with sacrifice

To home you crawl
To where your children sleep
Too weak to reason
If you feel any hope
It’s because it is my will
Lead, lead I must feed

The broadcast will resume
Spirits in my room
Seized and consumed
Construed
By one my secret name
Tern, inscribed in the bloodstain
Exhume the body of the priest
Reviling chorus from the beast

Psychosomatic, physically
I feel the rotting pulse finally taking me