Eulogy - Boris The Blade

Black out the sun

Cast the shadows upon their flesh

Let the purge of existence begin

I feel the weight of the world

With every breath in my dying lungs

I hear the screams of the aborted daughters

As the conquering begins of the kings

And their rising sons

They slaughter the strange and pillage the weak

They stand tall at your defeat

I gaze at the atmospheric effects induced to the earth

Reduced to nothing

The thrones of misery now bear the weight of their morality

The dead will bring us new life

The past forgotten — buried in the dirt

This fucking world will suffer

Black out the sun

Cast the shadows upon their flesh

I feel the weight of the world with my breath

In my dying lungs

I gaze at the atmospheric effects induced to the earth

Reduced to nothing

The thrones of misery now bear the weight of man

I gaze at the atmospheric effects induced to the earth

Reduced to nothing

The thrones of misery now bear the weight of their morality

Now bear the weight of man