Thorns

Magoth

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Wake the God, lurking in
The depths of your soul

Crumbling, dark, enticing
Expectorating scud
Dare, call the leader
Release now, confess
Let him unleash perception
Damned to be a suffering God
Poisoned and impaled by thorns

Eternal frost arise
Repose the seeds of hate
Sprouting inner doubts
Become the master's strength

Feast upon the altar of might
Kill those of whom you suffered
Rip out your blackened heart
To awake transcendence

Wake the God
Lurking in
The depths
Of your soul

Rip out the consciousness
Feel the might of your will
Damned to be a suffering God
Poisoned and impaled by thorns