The Glutonous - Professor Fate

Trapped in storms of freezing rain

Cries of grief like hailstones fall

Everywhere we turn from pain

Through this land of hate we crawl

Salvations forgotten you

Oh!

Gluttonous sons of men

Diminish to obscurity

Deep within this devil’s den

Godspeed me to the wolves that greet me

(Oh reaper) I pray these dark swords do take me.

The more that I search — the less I find

The more that I thirst — it’s on my mind

I can’t forget your touch — it feels so cold inside

Can never get enough — never satisfied

Down here a great beast lurks

Howling through his throats of blood

Belly swollen, talons rip

Wretches flail, toil through the mud

And we too, howl like (wild) dogs

Beneath this freezing storms descent

And I, (sad soul) am not the only one

For all these souls suffer my lament