When Even the Ground Is Hostile

Alas, our fates are not unlike the dead themselves
Devoid of form, shape or depth
And there is nothing left but
The taste for mindless violence

Shells of men
Gorged in flesh
Jaws of Hell
Hear them roar

Alas, our fates are not unlike the dead themselves
A distortion field through us and them
And there is always another circle
In the inferno

Terror belli, sown by the seeds of war
Terror Belli, for the vast Terra Damnata
Terror Belli, in shredded guts and gore
Terror Belli, all hope abandon
Terror belli, bound to a faithful whore
Terror belli, for the vast Terra Damnata
Terror belli, in the ashes of our ruin
Terror belli, God's mercy on you swine

Wind, water, fire and earth
Are the destroying angels
Concealed in the hands of savage men
Reformed in a state of nothingness
Here the gods will divide the sun
When Even the Ground is Hostile

Terror belli, sown by the seeds of war
Terror Belli, for the vast Terra Damnata
Terror Belli, shredded in guts and gore
Terror Belli, all hope abandon
Terror belli, bound to a faithful whore
Terror belli, for the vast Terra Damnata
Terror belli, in the ashes of our ruin
Terror belli, God's mercy on ye

Hammer, nails, coffin and cross
In the sleep of reason
No one transcends the circle of death
This world is beyond all reckoning
For the wounded, the dying and the dead
No soul save ye. No soul save ye
No soul save ye. No soul save ye

When Even the Ground is Hostile
Defile the final sickening hole
When Even the Ground is Hostile
God's mercy on you swine
When Even the Ground is Hostile
There is no past. There is no present
There is no future

No matter the scourge of life
No matter the faithful whore
No matter the ashes of our ruin
Such is time
No world for the newly blind
No world for the newly blind
No world for the newly blind