I Avenge Myself Lyrics - A Haunting Curse - Goatwhore

Escape the lethal teeth of faith 

This snarling mouth that bleeds words of this darkness 

A binding obsession for the last grasp of air 

Procession in plagued blood below this horizon 

Embrace this stain of un-divine 

Torture of sickness in consumed 

Helpless in offering of this confession 

Kiss of this lifeless transfer 

Escape these rites of the sky 

These torn wings of the defied 

Force this silent murder of spoken praise 

Beneath the regions of cold and flame 

Birthed from cold blood 

Symbolism of tainted thought in blood filled eyes 

Sinister laugh of disfigured ideals, these hands were bound by nails 

My lips are glazed with words of rebirth in praise of death 

I grasp for air in the submergence of my own sin 

Clinical silence for the seed of disease 

Prelude to self divine assassination 

Breathless in ruin by the force of havoc 

Crawl with thorns adorned in punishment 

Hallucinogenic transfer in the precursor to hell 

The dark god and his desire whisper in transcendence 

Worship in slave tongue, cold breath of the flame 

These scorns of reincarnating the black void 

Rust covered blades of this atonement 

The modeling of pain for torturers 

Hell's architecture of the human mind 

These hands were once drowned in blood 

Redeem this desecration 

Soaring on wings of despise, divine image burns my eyes 

Sinister hands of restructure, feverish mold cast in flame 

Bodies descend in sky of death, cruelty of disease shall swallow breath 

Trial beneath great lake of ice, forsaken lives of sin in sacrifice 

I give into the embrace of agony 

I am sinless within my own sin 

Accommodate this pain to preserve myself 

I must bleed my own infection of the light 

These burning wings of failure for this helpless prayer savior 

This breath of sulfur before death in altered divinity of wrath 

Legion in mirror like creation, carrier of the great plague 

I kneel for this final redemption, failing in countless sick prayers 

The hand of war raised from the blood of the fallen angels 

This skinned god of empty souls birthing disorder 

An altar of suicide in this timeless torment 

Current of life lost swallows me, inhaling my breath