Killtheslavemaster. The Artisans Of Dominion: Part I. The Defeatist's Prayer. Zeneszám

The swarming tillers of the soil,
Like mosquitoes,
Harvest the blood to the song of their beating wings.
And we wait for her blackened flesh to collapse upon us,
So when all is dead the children will devour their own Father's guts - Tonguing our Mother's bleeding cunt...

I blanket in darkness seething blood,
Hoping for us all to burn,
For everything I loved has fallen into flames,
Buried in shit and smiling...

My dear,
Let us fill your soils and be kissed by the worms,
It is the only love I will ever suffer