Octoploid - Human Amoral

Entering the field of blood
Fog of red is in the air
As the pleas of death have been faded
Silence over all creation

Round the fierce fires
Thunder rolling above
Born from the mire
We weep our final woes

Artistry to harrow, carnage and ruin
Mastery to hate, torment and breed
Mesmerized by horror
I believe in human being

Human the amoral
A source of perfect moans
Earthly creations slumbering in flames

Waded into the abyss
To practice the culture of the corpse
Recline beneath the lawn
With the ultimate curse in your throat

In the starlight's illumination
I woke into the passion of obscurity
And seized the coldest consolation
Of sin, being and purity
Ripple along the ropes of sorrow and delight

Entering the field of blood
Fog of red is in the air
As the pleas of death have been faded
Silence over all creation

Round the fierce fires
Thunder rolling above
Born from the mire
We weep our final woes