Golden Blasphemy from Wyrmoon by Wyrmoon

A corroded alchemy
Will not set you free
Traded our blood for coin
A golden blasphemy

Your mind is thrall
To fallow men
Your flesh is but a hole
Theirs to fuck and to control

A clockwork king
A hurried thing
Indifferent to desire
Dig the trenches
Six feet deep
Work til you expire
This glinting collar clings
Closer round your neck
And the more you struggle
The more it squeezes out
Your breath

The bastards want you gasping
So they can charge you for the air
As their grip grows tighter
They say it's only fair

The prophet of the profit
Claims but a single way
Like the ever zealous god
No sheep must ever stray

Thus the vile twins have fused
A colossus formed of certainty
Blinded eyes and swollen tongue
Spews a maggotous decree

Surrender now
Your hearts true love
Give all your life to me
Their lonely legend
Led by lies
Their guilded glamour waning

Disillusioned we ask why
Their false foundations fading
Falling to the reaping scythe
Their rusted chains are breaking
Time to let the story die
The future's ours for taking
Call the rain
Forth from the sky
Wash away this stagnation

• Black Metal
• Blood Metal
• Hypnotic Metal
• Metal
• black metal ambient
• ecstatic black metal
• Maine