Dead souls are howling from the belly of the beast.
Dark fingers crying out in search of release.
Stored like cattle in the caverns of the dead.
Spilled onto foreign shores and tortured instead.
THE WHIPHAND CARRIES THE BLOOD...SCARS!!!
A PRISON OF THE MIND.
Skulls crack upon the rocks, and blood flows to the sea.
Escape impossible, no chance for the weak.
Dead children lie in state, in valleys and streams.
No hope is offered here, a graveyard of trees.
Track Name: Lycanthropic Jihad (final version)
Worship at the altar of the pregnant spore.
Time has come and all will feel unholy whore.
Cant you see the catacombs have all run bare.
No escape, the drains are clogged with blood and hair.
THE CITIES BURN
Monolithic waves of hatred bury you
Nothing stops the bloodshed that will carry you.
Stop to smell the fetid, rotting corpse of you.
Try to look away but someone forces you.
Track Name: From The Jaws of Cerberus
Pale white teeth, stored in caverns of the dead.
Jaws of wolves,all the water has run red.
Beast of lore, heads devouring all flesh.
Demon's claws, myths of father's ancient beds.