Dying rot

Born in the furnace of a dying sun I claw through skin till the marrow runs blackened lungs full of sulfur and hate I am the lock I am the gate teeth in the dark tearing at god rip out the roots drink from the rot I hear the pulse of a world undone a thousand screams become just one crush the halo grind it to dust choke on the bones of your broken trust no heaven left no hell to fear only the sound of the end drawing near I am the knife inside your chest the final breath the endless test rot in the soil where angels fell dig through the ribs to find your hell bleed out the light let shadows feast carve your name in the gut of the beast I don’t forgive I don’t forget I drag your soul in a rusted net spit on the throne built out of lies crown of worms for a king who dies tear down the sky let it collapse bury your hope in a mass of ash no gods remain no faith survives only the hunger that never dies I am the echo that cracks your mind the reaper you were born to find dig your grave with your own two hands welcome to nothing welcome to the end