Procession of Depression Lyrics

Come forth

Enter my palace, carved in the very spine of Earth

Pilgrims have descended far on their journey to curse me

Tread to me and kneel

All, align to the procession

Crawling in my dominion of flies: lies…

Here dies the resistance of the befouled Messiah

Protestors come from afar, gathered facing a closed up cavity

"Open thy gate! We have cometh to cleanse The Withered One!"

My spinelike path is thine to crawl upon

Thou shalt taste my wrath within the casketal gate

I welcome thee, I invite thee to dwell in my palace of hell

Join the procession of depression

Under my eye of misfortune they're destined to neglect

The true cursed ones shall be the offspring produced under my reign

Desanctified upon arrival

Now cleanse this taint of shame within the house of my fathers

Incarcerated within walls freckled with stains of dishonour

They're to be drained,

Each drop echoing through the deep dark chambers

Snared by tongues to engage in sin;

Tickling the crevices, reaching within

To harvest the nectar of the foul natured hearts of the pilgrims

A journey to end in a travesty of salvation,

Swelling in the depths of my cavern

Abhorrent futures lie in plain sight,

Obstructed by a few worthless lives resisting the thron, soon fermenting below

Sealed in the maternal orifice

Enclosed in earth

Dissidents encapsuled within hollowed walls,

Exuding a mephitic stench

Cadaverine - to intoxicate the seedlings of a withered breed

Conjured through atrocities unspoken of in ancient prophecies

Neither epitaph nor grave

For the submissive corpses of unwilling slaves!