Lyrics

[Part I] [Verse: Murrumur, ix, and Luhas] Poisoned smokescreen victims Coiled slipknots terrorizing Accused suffer crucifixions Bitter wormwood prophesizing 'Neath a silver moon they're gowned in sigils bearing Condemnations, control Divine worship weaving Sorcery and cursory their faces turn the surgeries And prophecy won't kill me with an arrow in their arteries Hunted like an animal a hundred men invaluable Their bodies are expendable and flammable it's laughable Blood rush All the bonеs and dust Drugs flushed I won't let them hurt mе [Refrain: Murrumur] I killed Aleister Crowley I shot him in the head Distrust the true wicked ones Body shell I won't see you in hell I killed Aleister Crowley I shot him in his fucking head Gore fucked Their eyes full of lust Combust I won't let them touch me [Chorus: Murrumur] Snuffed the sun Too far gone Chaos flights Slighted by Thelemites Pagan's plight Salem rites Come to light [Interlude: Murrumur] Ether (drowns her) Vapor (surrounds her) Created (bewitched) In labor In labor [Part II] [Verse: Luhas] RIP to Angel Ever since you died I don't know what it is that's been stinging me so hard Never seen your face and never heard your voice Mutual egregore is enough to strike the cord Isolated presence ejected from the source Don't you fancy me on the basis of your throe Future internet Lateral descent Everlasting rides to infernal pits [Chorus: Murrumur] Snuffed the sun Too far gone Chaos flights Slighted by Thelemites Pagan's plight Salem rites Come to light Church crusades As Satan's raids Witchhunters die at my blade Church crusades As Satan's raids Witchhunters die at my blade [Part III] [Outro: Murrumur] Round and round and round and rounds so cyclical in fantasy Cinder blocks bound up to feet in winter's river shivering Shattered skulls in comatose The most mundane romantic hopes Daggers pulled as overdose It's more humane to slit their throats Round and round and round and rounds so cyclical in fantasy Cinder blocks bound up to feet in winter's river shivering Shattered skulls in comatose The most mundane romantic hopes Daggers pulled as overdose It's more humane to slit their throats Round and round and round and rounds so cyclical in fantasy Cinder blocks bound up to feet in winter's river shivering Shattered skulls in comatose The most mundane romantic hopes Daggers pulled as overdose It's more humane to slit their throats