Abhordium - Thus You Are Nil

Thus You Are Nil


Obdurate dogma, stigma of lies
Sightless actions, delusions that confine
Open your eyes and recognize
That you wallow in feces

Grin of the avid paragons
Blessings of the hypocrites
Place the obol to your mouth
and take the first step to damnation

Can’t you see that wake of soulless beings
Mutilated by quackery
Eviscerated soul and essence
Your existence is slavery

Configurated to a nil mould
Eyes stiched shut, brainwashed

Wander towards your adverse fate
A short road leading straight to your grave

Mutter your supplications for the scavengers
the ones that walketh in the shadows of your world, obscured