Steenbok Tremors - Black Bonnets for GrandGoth Lyrics

Before you is the example of near end of existence
GrandGoth
A deity of his temple only
Grandgoth
A sore with the fumes of puss & blood
Never nurtured up to his relic age.
Grandgoth

I was made of the ones who perish
And who any of those who want to dare wish

Off is on
And I'm going in headfirst
To the forest where I see the deity thirst
A sacrifice is one I shall merely escort
Sacrifice the consort
Shattered ornaments along the path of his quarters
Line up with this festivity
I see the pale man up the window in captivity
Off and on I think he's me
Need to Listen to me
Off and on, here I go on

I see it
On the canvas
For whom he paints I don't know but it
Looks like Kansas
Mark of the beast
Mark of the beast
Mark of the beast
Mark of the beast
You're eight decades too old to be eye-lining
They're eight decades too young to be flat-lining

Woah
Woah

No photography permitted in his home
Even with a lamp of skulls
Too damp too see the bones
By the lamp
His lavish savage forsaken throne
Onward he commanded to the
By the Crevice near the dungeon
Splat

I see it
As I go on
He's me and I know
He's me and I know
Mark of the beast
Mark of the beast
Mark of the beast
Mark of the beast
You're eight decades too old to be eye-lining
You're eight decades too young to be flat-lining

For Grand Goth to be this way
It's not okay

The blind can't help the blind
And I don't want a part of this anymore
I'm trying to solve them
All of my problems
Down in the drain
No more pain for you or for anybody else

But this is your last chance
To deem yourself the last man