Letra da Música: Icing World Hunger - Death Du Jour

Blood's icing, icing streams the blood
Tone's been loomed like sown as wept
Invariably flaring corpsefires and fires of butcher's room

Arise pale light surreptitiously black's clandestine
Repulse cold wing, icy heart
Talooning chiaroscuro escorts years quenchables mind

Rule the dead world's core, melting mass of reeking remains
Lymphing planet's vitality (for the end)
Inner void encircles rankles excavates writhes crawls neverending

Infinite awakening, interminable inaudible hearing for glaring into blank Infecting for own existence like snake of hunger consuming itself

Proceeding own occurrence of non-existential point
Draining surroundings to gratify hunger