Whalesong - Consumer

the skies are covered
by dust and ashes
of our past

the sun no longer rises
water tastes like poison
the skies are red
this cycle is dead

breathe the fire
consume the flames
I leave my body (behind)
I give my despair

flames consumed the world

we are the plague
of this world
we bring the flame
like rats intertwined
in cycles we move
in cycles we live
we exist
swallowing the tale

we are the plague
we bring the plague
beyond horizon
burn down
consume the flesh
receive the world
and as you crush my soul

Consume