Aetherium Mors souls diseased by faith

Suffering in torment
He screamed into the void
His eyes beheld
Utter desolation
Endless bodies
Engulfed in suffering
Death gorging
On the entrails of man
Famine
The ocean of flies
Spreads plague among the dead
Bereft he closed his eyes and wept
He closed his eyes and wept
His mournful tears
Whispered into the dirt
He could not remember
His time upon the earth
Souls diseased by faith
Are wailing for their father
Withered and morbid
No hope can endure
Drowning in corpses
He could see no end
Torn asunder the endurance of pain
Praying
The worship of death
Embrace me now
Never to be reborn
Bound in terminal movement
Forever devoid of strength
Dissected thy mortal coil
Life’s embers turn into ash
Death's pall mantle envelopes the earth
Newborns sacrificed for the death of rebirth
Ethereal beings lay eviscerated
All thy prophets lay amongst the departed
Theological blood shall be spilled
Crushing the nihilistic will
Masters of depravity
With their phantom god of slavery
Nazarene with arms outspread
Bringer of Eden for mans death
Sever the soul deify the flesh
Our war at last be won
World without end
War at last be won
World without end
Deicide at last
Deify the flesh