The Cabal Lyrics

Purging vermin from the plague

Crushing roaches on a slate

Sever every head of the slain

And cauterize the base

We have no move to make

Or so we say

Feigning weakness to deceive

As we plan, as we wait

If false Gods are the first to experience death

The shepherds and their sheep are next

Carve or burn our brand

On their soulless chest

With no recompense

The phage won't wipe away

Sickle to achilles, past the gates of the depraved

Shatter the bone and spit in the face

Their blood will be upon them

Are you not entertained?

Like autumn leaves, the colors change

Yet the stain in the vein remains

Like the first first snow

A fresh page

When the dirt thaws

Bury the dead ones

And their old ways

The phage won't wipe away

Sickle to achilles, past the gates of the depraved

Shatter the bone and spit in the face

Their blood will be upon them

Are you not entertained?

Their Blood Will be Upon Them

I feel the fire dancing on my skin

Flickering faster, the ritual begins

She's bending over the pyre, body and soul

I feel the call to void

She's splitting atoms whole

The witch of flame, I kiss her lips and taste the ashes

I've always loved the smell of matches

Rapture

Kill all the masters

They say we're cutting corners

We're just moving faster

Curvature, beyond their incompetence

The apex, vertex, drowning in the tarpits

The world that we deserve will never be eclipsed

Are you not entertained?

(Are you not entertained?)

I feel the fire dancing on my skin

Flickering faster, the ritual begins

I feel the fire dancing on my skin

Flickering faster, the ritual begins

She's bending over the pyre, body and soul

Shatter the bone and spit in the face

Their blood will be upon them

Their blood will be upon them

Are you not entertained?