TOMB MOLD LYRICS

1. The Moulting (Intro)

"Throughout the fluid mass, but downward purged - the black tarteous cold infernal dregs, adverse to life..."

2. Vehement Indulgences

Sickening lives. Throes of squalor. Hollowed layer. Abhorrent tier. Terror abounds. Suffer the filth. Please - the mortal voice. Claim - the breeding ground. Disobedience. Temptations. Empty shells. Savage clamour. Archaic shadow. Solemn purpose. No headstone. Unadorned. Reeking moisture seeps in. Hatefilled murmers gather. Stir you bottom-feeding appetite, gorge to your delight. Feeding presence, divine. Lustful degradation, disparity. Rejoice, delight. Revel in the remaining flesh. Consume to your own glory. Real dignity ignored. Adament self-hatred is deep-seeded. Legacy of all consuming gore.

3. Feed Them Hate

What lies above nourishes the below. The waste, the excrement. Rots the soil. Flowing downward for eternity. At the end of descent. Hidden colonies poisoned at the moment of inception. Unknown existence. The remains of powerful ancients. Deformed evolution, a cross between human and insect. Remarkable intelligence. Yet destined for extinction. A constant pilgrimage. In search of livable land, among the underground civilization. There is a prophecy that tells of finding the surface, but the above must be eradicated. The tools to destruction can be found deeper into the earth. Archaic technology abandoned by the ancients. Designed to send a constant signal to all above. If you feed them hate, they will engage in worldwide extermination.





TOMB MOLD LYRICS