Hark From The Tomb - Feeding His Hungering Flames
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Feeding his hungering flames
Drowned in the noise of the pounding drums
Screams of the unwilling sacrifice
Taming his hunger with offerings
Grown from the seed of his dutiful acolytes
Towering monument glows in dark of night
Ravenous jaws prepared to consume
Oblations plucked from the blossoming tree of life
And sent straight into their blazing tomb
Rising from the altar towards the sky
The horn-crowned deity with the yellow gaze
Wings outspread to blacken out the stars
The brazen idol of the ancient ways
Endlessly stretch the rows of the chosen ones
To become one with with his fiery soul
Gleaming in red from the libations now consumed
Twisted mouth opens to swallow them whole
Feverish priests toiling in their sweat
Slaving to appease his appetite
Heeding the cries from the true devout
’Come Lord and feast on our young on this blessed night’
Horrid king besmeared with blood
Nectar for the pleasure of the god
Rising from the altar towards the sky
The horn-crowned deity with the yellow gaze
Wings outspread to blacken out the stars
The brazen idol of the ancient ways
Feeding his hungering flames
The flames of our father with horns
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