Howling, for the Nightmare Shall Consume - Integrity

The last vestiges of spiritual collusion

Our covenant of Lycanthropic indulgence

Tearing off the flesh down to its feral base

Eviscerating everything in her name

HOWLING, FOR THE NIGHTMARE SHALL CONSUME

Testify, speak in tongues, fill this room

There is a hand beneath the stairs

Flooding into the flickering light that rolls itself throughout our minds

Bellowing archetype, I can’t find myself wrong

This is how I smell the rot-

The pungent stench of dreams

Their thirst does resemble your blood

Parasite night screams in her lair

Like the raw flesh of seductive eyes

The elegant serenity of the twice drowned sacrifice

Await in silence

She keeps her secret in the swamps of Rome

And this is where the Devil comes through

Between me and you-

We never had much of a chance

As hard as we tried to resist

We were always destined for this

We were always coming home

We are the hate that they created

It never leaves us.

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