Goddamn them
Brutal nature
Towering mad and golden
So hideously cleave thy mother’s womb
Conceived by rib, and dust, and fallen stars
He will never meet your eyes
Consider yourselves monstrous sons
Never to be held or praised
Yours is to raze the root of all men
Break the yoke on the throat of your true nature
No shadow can hide you
So hide not in shadows
From hearts clotted with obscenity
They curse you
Monstrous sons
The wings of your fathers will never rest on your shoulders
So call yourselves monstrous kings
Stand tall and golden, grotesque, and terrible
The tremors in earth, and the frail bodies of men
Are the right of your birth
Break the will of the sun
Force its light onto your faces
You are monstrous sons of a perverted lineage
You are monstrous sons of a perverted love
Brought forth from tainted wombs through horrible births
Now you must stand and be kings of this monstrous earth
misshapen , malformed
Your heads unadorned with the blessing of heaven
You are a gift to none and the scourge of all reason
You are monstrous sons, and your birthright is treason
You are the architects of this awful age, and the shepherds of this terrible season
Vocals: haunted, and subversive. Guitars: splintered shrieks. Drum machine: grim, unrelenting nausea. Visceral noise, with a hook that gets stuck in in your throat. Just try spitting them out. Stranger Killings
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