Darkness Becomes Us - Crust

I feel the presence of corrupted souls

The sun burns the sign of evil on servants' skin

Well-oiled machine gives a gasp

Symbolic masks can no longer hide the faces of their owners

Overwhelmed with power and might

Infested with devil’s worms

The ruler’s sanity dims

Victims turn into vultures

And enjoy their revenge on rotten corpses of lions and kings

Perversions of daily routine poison the soul of the man today

His petrifid heart can no longer feel

And dried yes shed no tears of repent

Pathetic thoughts and obscene desires

That’s our paradise

It’s built on earth and it’s splendid

Gory illustrations show sins in prime

Thousands of pages of lies are written for a mentally blind mob

Nothingness spreads and grows, becoming strong

Winds bring the smell of death that makes everyone drunk

Darkness becomes us

We become darkness