biggizmo54
12-30-2006, 06:13 AM
http://www.sinisterspace.com/images/spacer.gif Come Home
"Heed the host of terror, his words of warn, in haste.
These, the shells you bear are only but a taste.
I smell the essense you hold within.
A weightless morsel, wasted in time by the deeds you held more precious than your own life.
Thrash in your own horrors you built along the years of old...for I the Keeper of the Gates of Hell shall gather you up before you are cold.
A just dessert you serve to me, for others have made my meals.
Swim upon the burning souls, and listen to their squeals. Like swine fattened for the slaughter to be served upon buffets of rich, I feel your souls run through my veins like heroin's forbidden itch.
Cry out in agony. Feel the pang of the sting of fire...I know your soul better than you,
I built your funeral pyre.
I call you home now, to join your loved and lost souls...for they have been here all along
Like you...they dug their own holes." (Exhumer...2006)
"Heed the host of terror, his words of warn, in haste.
These, the shells you bear are only but a taste.
I smell the essense you hold within.
A weightless morsel, wasted in time by the deeds you held more precious than your own life.
Thrash in your own horrors you built along the years of old...for I the Keeper of the Gates of Hell shall gather you up before you are cold.
A just dessert you serve to me, for others have made my meals.
Swim upon the burning souls, and listen to their squeals. Like swine fattened for the slaughter to be served upon buffets of rich, I feel your souls run through my veins like heroin's forbidden itch.
Cry out in agony. Feel the pang of the sting of fire...I know your soul better than you,
I built your funeral pyre.
I call you home now, to join your loved and lost souls...for they have been here all along
Like you...they dug their own holes." (Exhumer...2006)