Devour - Soulfallen

The morning breaks with a gravelike silence

This time, the scavengers have come from far

Take a good a look at the dead around you

And breathe deep the stench of your god

Join the insurrection, for the hunt is afoot

The total extermination of the source — branch and root

Can you feel it in the wind

The release from your mortifying sins

For the vultures in their towers

Will be decrowned of their power

The axe is set and awaiting 'neath this tree

Cut down the fetters by your own decree

And lay these stillborn institutions to waste

For Hell is merely an acquired taste

Can you taste it in the rain

The dripping source behind your fear and ache

For with the passing of this hour

Even gods will be devoured

As surely as this night, the darkness will slay the sun

The transformation from malicious to delicious has begun

Forget the outworn and misguiding concepts of sin

Unleash thy hunger and feast on your dieu cuisine!

Devour your god