I breathe the stench of god
Rotting beside the crumbled throne
His angels feed me for eternity
As I drink Christ’s putrid blood

Puking out the bile covered feathers
Of Angels mangled and mutilated
I drink again the regurgitated blood
Devouring the entirety of heaven

Gnashing the bodies of the patron saints
I fill my infinite maw with rotting giblets
Slurping up miles of intestinal track
I hunger endlessly, forced to feed

Tearing through the last ones alive
Chewing away their plea filled screams
Choking on their severed heads
I continue the eternal feast

But the bodies are all gone
Nothing left to savor in my mouth
No flesh to sink my teeth in
I grow tired from the meal
And again I lay myself to rest
Awaiting the birth of a new god

That is so true and grim and necro.

Anyway, I have an issue with plea filled screams, and intestinal track, otherwise it's cool, nice BM imagery and all of the spirit.

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My thoughts exactly.

Unlike a lot of BM bands you didn't go into the whole "satan pull the plug I'm too stupid to trow myself off a cliff" thing. Victorious and powerful, and very descriptive. Thumbs up.

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Thank you very much. Any feed back means alot to me, even negative criticism. Too bad more people don't post in this section.

A lot of interesting imagery. I thought the second verse was pretty cool, but I deal with feathers on a daily basis so the idea of that happening even with smaller feathers was easy to imagine.
The last verse summed it up well. It just sounded like his feast was a big Thansgiving dinner to him and he was drowsy and waiting for round two.
Not really anything I'd hold near and dear to my heart, but for what it is you did a good job making it more original that some I've seen.

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