[Lyric] The Scourge (Our Place of Worship Is Silence)

Post humanism gouged out of flesh
Carrion for the Void
Above the remains of any identity
Those programmed have their weakness
Coveted in a viral sanctuary
Fiery stones fall, leaving behind
A great blackness in the sky
Blood parasites infect Prometheus on his flight
The bloodied sky drops its life from its wound
Falling back to this disaster
He tears his innards to mangled looseness
Spreading his hands across his face in his own mess
Humanity hacked by a poison made from those
Dying with the dеad
Embrace the pull towards disorder
A throng of slavеs fall into a heap of broken bodies
The book of fiends shows the ignoble ruin
Unforeseen motives pushes the
Metropolitan into turmoil