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Let them find their temples

And believe their truths

The live skinned are walking

Through fields of salt and clay

Their stench of ripeness reeks throughout the air

While perched on the cliff side

I thought I sensed it true

The gleam of polished stone hiding beneath my meal

I’ll clean this mess

Swallowing the bones

Of travelers in duress

For they don’t yet know

The fauna is obsessed

With human flesh

Our cravings wait

In valleys lined with skeletons

Left lonely in disgrace

At night

I strike

Under first sight of

Moon light

The terror

I bring forth

Is just a haunting prelude

To The hunger of your deceased deity

(Sound)

The years have not been kind

They starve me ‘til the tithe

Left stranded in a desolate divide

In return For control of my own fortress haven

Demoralize

I slice the herd in two

Send one half to you

To share our plunder

Left with no choice

But instant death or patient suffering

Towards a soulless corpse

That heeds my word

They’ll heed our words

Eat the strong and

Wills will fold

The first course has been served

The rest will live until they burn

The hunger of your deceased deity