The Aphotic Strain - Give Me Your Flesh Lyrics

Gazing through the veil of reality
A formless, malignant essence waits
Yearns to taste the pleasures of life
A deceptive scheme it creates

Its whispers seep through the cracks of the veil
Permeates susceptible minds
Masquerading, a benevolent deity
And prophets for its cause it finds

Enthralled by charismatic sermons
A congregation swiftly grows
Germinating seeds of decadence;
In their veins its malice flows

Flagellation leads to a vision,
A visitation in shared dreams;
Conviction in their god's existence
Push them towards new extremes

Oh, humble flock, come to me and partake
Oh, in return something small I will take

Like creeping blight around the whole world
Churches rise up from the mud
Codices of esoteric knowledge
Etched into skin, inked in blood

Radical acts of self-harming practice
Exalt the name of the Crimson King
Offerings reach the critical mass
The membrane bursts, its essence thirsts,
And pours through, swirling, gleaming,
Until sanity collapses screaming

Oh, humble flock, come to me and partake
Oh, in return just your flesh I will take

Give me your flesh, let me come through
Let me construct my vessel through you
Give me your skin, let me breathe in
The air of your world, a feast well deserved

Salvete ad rubrum regem
Induti stolis sanguinis
Libera nos domine
De carcere carnis

Flesh siphoned from the cultists' bones;
An offering that splits the veil
Mountains shake and the oceans boil
As it comes through with a scorching gale

Fresh meat swirls around the dark shape
Forming the skin of the nascent god
Its towering shape blots out the Sun;
It yearned for flesh, now flesh he got

Oh, humble flock, bound to me you'll partake
Oh, in return just your world I will take
Warmth, tastes and smells, I want it all, I suck them dry
Until my swollen form reaches up to the sky