Immortal Disseverance
Vomit Forth
3:07Birthed in ash and sat upon Devoured skull of blessed son Birthed in ash and sat upon Murder soaked in pain Birthed in ash and sat upon Devoured skull of blessed son Birthed in ash and sat upon Murder soaked in pain Digging up the young's remains To feed our grieving altars Chalice And our mouths left open Lusting to quell the flame I feel nothing! I feel nothing! Hell has spoken in my angel's ear Beckon to tear the soul from tears Hell has spoken in my angel's ear Beckon to tear the soul from tears And still I feel And still I feel I feel nothing! I feel nothing! I feel nothing! I feel nothing!