The Deathkult EP
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The vultures of Golgotha await their feast As beggar and noble draws near To witness the dying of the Nazarene The king of all liars in fear Whipped and crowned with thorns They smell his blood to sweet He's nailed upon the cross To perish in the heat The dark age has begun Beneath the burning sun Slow death arrives As payment for his lies Dark wings sweep in As the feast begins Forsaken by what father? This tempter is all that is real Now face the proper conviction To end this insanity Left to rot on the hill Accompanied by his likes But to carrion birds Both savior and scum are equal delight There is no final struggle The false son accepts his fate Slowly devoured by vultures Half alive, while the flesh is still fresh While the flesh is fresh The choir of the dying Moaning in the night Spared from the suns warmth But the claws still rip their hides Come the dawn again They release their final sigh Left are the shredded corpses And bones cleaned to white The dark age has begun Beneath the burning sun Slow death arrives As payment for his lies Dark wings sweep in As the feast begins
Submitted by Immortal — Feb 07, 2026