Wombbath - Born of Filth


An empty body, a man without god 
A veil of darkness, in this ageless faith 
This belief of nothing, the emptiness of you 
The wealth of worship, this endless death

An immortal dream that can never be 
Bruised by touch of fear 
As the hand of doom caresses 
The dying soul, and bleak destiny awaits 

Trapped inside the fear of oblivion 
Burning life, to the very end 
Longing for six-foot salvation 
Total darkness, embraced by all

Ruins of mind split and divided
In this temple of lies
Beneath the blood red sky
A gathering of the living dead

Burn the world
From the ashes we raise
The worship of flames
Death is our master

A child is born, pure and clean 
Dragged into a bottomless pit 
Brought up by the filth of the world 
Corrupted by the liars of light

Cleansed by the flames of hellfire
Born again with eyes wide open
Born to walk the left-hand path
A godless man, free from lies and deceit

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