Embodiment of This Bitter Chaos - Goatwhore

… for joyce, when we ain’t …

And the dark… flesh

Deaths of the soils of the gust

And more rise, soul to the… disgrace

Wretches blood, in the night …

Dust… and the fail, feeding on their on

Only …

Great lord of death, the … clever words

Lord … the sentence … realms

Glorify the sick, force …

Sweeps of his … about fire

…of black, … of the saints… soul

All… monster…

Drowning sick, into bloody flesh

It’s a … on the birth of …

Death awaits, and …

It’s …from the… of dark dreams

…always strikes, feel the …

Quiet… swimming with the seeds

Hearts to kill, tragedy of life

Wrapped in … consume

Foul by fire, …