Taste Of Godflesh

Invoke the dead
Which won't stay down
Their last fated cries
You now hear

The taste
Of Godflesh
Stays trickling
In your mouth

Harbor a soul
In your eclipsing
Shamed arms
Void of power

The taste
Of Godflesh
Stays trickling
In your mouth

Medusa's touch
Like that of Midas
Crumbles them all
The beloved gone

Stroke the damned
Stillbirth passings
You're a beacon
Of this power

The taste
Of Godflesh
Stays trickling
In your mouth

Invoke the dead
Which won't get up
The last they've touched
Was your hand