Uploaded March 2019 | Updated September 2026, 44 minutes ago
"The Cataclysmic Eternal" is the fourth track from the album 'The Blvck Sun || The Blood Moon' - out now on Outerloop Records.
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Pray.
Finally the day’s upon us, Creations left to destruction. The stench of this earth floods my senses, disgusting and repulsive. I'll bring disaster. Keep praying to your bastard,
I’ll take this land that’s claimed by your god.
(That’s claimed by your god)
Bile spewing being abomination of hate, my monstrosity made with the need to fornicate. These demonic creatures I'll release upon this world, cities will fall at my feet, crumble and gradually disintegrate.
Bile spewing being abomination of hate, my monstrosity made with the need to fornicate. Why can't you see the truth? Say your prayers.
I will bare witness to your struggle, my crooked smile gazing over their bodies, as the light fades away, before their eyes.
Pray.
Pray, to your dead god. These cities will fall at my feet.
Now, crumbling one by one, infernal sickness.
These cities will line with pestilence, darkened by a cloud of broken innocence.
Bit by bit, crushing this ground beneath my grasp. If your will breaks anything like your flesh, then this breath will be your last.
I want to watch your struggle, tormenting agony, my Malicious eyes crave more than what you're giving me.
Tearing apart this world from the inside out, I've brought your home certain disaster. What will you say when there's nothing left sacred? You will never forget the night of the rapture.
Pray, pray, to your fucking god.
Who will you pray to when your deity is dead? Where will you run when the holy turn you away? Inconceivable thoughts will fill your mind with dread. The air is thick with the stench of blood. Ingest the field of locusts, constantly clouding focus. Dig deep and remember to pray.
No one will hear you pray to your dead god.
Dead god.
"The Cataclysmic Eternal" is the fourth track from the album 'The Blvck Sun || The Blood Moon' - out now on Outerloop Records.
BUY/STREAM: http://found.ee/TBSTBM
MERCH: https://found.ee/awipmerch
FACEBOOK: facebook.com/awipnyc
INSTAGRAM: instagram.com/awipnyc
TWITTER: twitter.com/awipnyc
Pray.
Finally the day’s upon us, Creations left to destruction. The stench of this earth floods my senses, disgusting and repulsive. I'll bring disaster. Keep praying to your bastard,
I’ll take this land that’s claimed by your god.
(That’s claimed by your god)
Bile spewing being abomination of hate, my monstrosity made with the need to fornicate. These demonic creatures I'll release upon this world, cities will fall at my feet, crumble and gradually disintegrate.
Bile spewing being abomination of hate, my monstrosity made with the need to fornicate. Why can't you see the truth? Say your prayers.
I will bare witness to your struggle, my crooked smile gazing over their bodies, as the light fades away, before their eyes.
Pray.
Pray, to your dead god. These cities will fall at my feet.
Now, crumbling one by one, infernal sickness.
These cities will line with pestilence, darkened by a cloud of broken innocence.
Bit by bit, crushing this ground beneath my grasp. If your will breaks anything like your flesh, then this breath will be your last.
I want to watch your struggle, tormenting agony, my Malicious eyes crave more than what you're giving me.
Tearing apart this world from the inside out, I've brought your home certain disaster. What will you say when there's nothing left sacred? You will never forget the night of the rapture.
Pray, pray, to your fucking god.
Who will you pray to when your deity is dead? Where will you run when the holy turn you away? Inconceivable thoughts will fill your mind with dread. The air is thick with the stench of blood. Ingest the field of locusts, constantly clouding focus. Dig deep and remember to pray.
No one will hear you pray to your dead god.
Dead god.
