Epitaph

from The Cardinal Sin Sweep by LUFTWAFFE

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lyrics

Epitaph

Some of us struggle for ions
In battles of dubious origin
For mastery of minions and pee-ons
Insomniacs till we wage war again
Were striped to skintight armour plate
In a tide of steel
till you wrent and twisted
Nothing’s left
till the tempest finally abates
No markers to show
that you ever existed

Iron beats iron
in a symphony of hatred
Atrocity and anguish
spurts gore on these days
As carrion, you'll feed the
scavengers of conflict
Anarchy appeases
the beasts we praise
(you better praise)
The frenzy extends
through the ages
Reducing the just
to a pile of limbs
Endless succession of rages
(rages, rages)
We seek perfect evil
in unholy hymns

(Chorus)
Maybe some moralistic fool
Will lay stone upon your carcass
There's a chance you'll get a rock
To mark your timely end
But you'll rot without an epitaph
'Longside the whaling warpath
No inscription to show
you ever did expend breath

Slashing, stabbing
forever grabbing
A death grip on your sole
Beating, breaking
never contemplating
Relinquishing control
Killing, killing
more than willing
To make it slow and hard
In my command
you'll understand
The ultimate pain
is the final card

(Repeat Chorus)

No motive to mare
our drive for destruction
Meaning is messy
in all the wrong ways
Our new temple to Bal
is nearing completion
We fashion the pyre
from those we enslave
Smashing hammers bring
ruin down to choking dust
As the last known
resistance is huddled
Fighting men now ground
bone and powdered rust
A mist blowing over the rubble

Wild troopers run mad
slashing women from children
For burning release
after months of denial
Pleasure howls
drowning out
timorous lamentations
Studs singing the chorus
of flesh laceration

(Repeat Chorus)