The Bug - Executor

The height of death will part your tongues; conversation
You drink and eat dry sand 'til your slow starvation
Passed beyond the veils of death to borrow wings for your salvation
And gaze in awe at the slowly opening eye of creation
Gargle the blood falling from your mouth and taste your damnation. (Awaken)

You'll discover the blazing hells of devils and demonic orchestrations;
Between Hell and Purgatory is your station
As you seethe when anger and vexation
And the dead are pending for all eternity in isolation
And Lucas shall blot out di moon and resting souls awaken

Between not Earth and not sky, murmuring hearts scream of love and die
Between not Earth and not sky, murmuring hearts scream of love and die
Between not Earth and not sky, murmuring hearts scream of love and die
Between not Earth and not sky, murmuring hearts scream

You'll walk for days looking for the House of Revalations
And you'll pay a tide of bones for your tribulations
Grieving women shall laugh through the air and call like demons muttering machinegun chant in temptations
And as your life wraps you in its mutilations mortal fleeing continuous death shall be implication as you bear witness to the fallen multiple generations
Abandon to darkness of your own making
Crusty blood on your skin -- price of your indignation
The moon is dark into the night but no day is breaking

Between not Earth and not sky, murmuring hearts scream of love and die
Between not Earth and not sky, murmuring hearts scream of love and die. (Salvation)
Between not Earth and not sky, murmuring hearts scream of love and die
Between not Earth and not sky, murmuring hearts scream of love
Lucas shall blot out di moon and resting souls awaiting
A little light spills from the ground like sweat dissipating. (Generational)
You'll be seething with anger and vexation. (Darkness)