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letra de antler through the ribcage - sasqwytch

antler through the ribcage lyrics
a vessel for p-ss buried in black soil
to thwart the hunter’s lead kiss
a counter-spell concocted of dark malice
i offer my amber in exchange for your crimson

i wander through your encampment at night
foraging for mementos of life
as i wonder the method of your demise
i relinquish my right to retaliation
to ancient spirits swelling with spite
that in my name they’ll set your flesh alight
and drag your soul into h-ll and in eternal night
i shall craft from your empty husk mementos of death

for there is no waste in dwellings of men
their refuse ensures that they are d-mned

a black magick darker than midnight pitch
the possession-invoking sasqwytchian b-tch
drove the black elk to leap through the flames of the pit
and plunge antlers through the chest of my nemesis

choke on scorn the crackling of blood
as it fills up your lungs is the snare of my vengeance
the m-ffled scream on your lips
an overture to agony that never will end
how pitiful and evolved are the eyes of men
i’ve been on your trail followed your stench
from the very first day unknown i have stalked you
just as you have stalked helpless prey

you’ve heard the chatter of my eager jaws
they hunger for your tender man-flesh
how easily your skull would cave
betwixt my superior primitive palms
but death at my hand is too good for you
an ironic death better suits you
i will collect your t–th and leave your scr-ps there
to feed the ravens and rats

for there is no waste with dead men
a refuge for worms when they are d-mned

a black magick darker than midnight pitch
the possession-invoking sasqwytchian b-tch
drove the black elk to leap through the flames of the pit
and plunge antlers through the chest of my nemesis

choke on scorn the crackling of blood
as it fills up your lungs is the snare of my vengeance
the m-ffled scream on your lips
an overture to agony that never will end
god’s ears are clogged by the dirt and the weeds
his eyes are blinded by the canopy of leaves
he’s unmoved by your prayers and deaf to your screams
he can’t see your hands clasping the cross as you plea
such fragile things the hunters among men
who cling to machines and rely on cheap tricks
to k!ll from the shadows and what’s more they make
trophies of livestock as they play carnivore

karmatic euphoria
is the predator
sent to h-ll
by the prey he hunted

- sasqwytch

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