The Invoking Of The Execution Of Worlds

(альбом: Primordial - 2016)

We descend through the fucking burning skies to search for intel on the surface of this overtaken world for decrepit, morbid parasites
Fear clouds my mind
As we touch the desolate grounds, purged of all its life
The Didact himself stands upon his pedestal and with his might he pulls me forth

Awakening from cryosleep I vomit forth the medication
Proceeding to my throne, to oversee the devastation
Upon arrival, I sensed something was wrong; the air was rotten with the stench of stagnant death

Responding with force, elimination begins
Slashing and stabbing their way into our bodies, tearing out our vocal chords and replacing our minds
Handed over to the mind that binds

Overtaken we are
Proceeding to the vessel we had just arrived on
The possession; unable to be broken free
No time to figure out what is happening to me

Struggling to scream
Lungs itching from the strain; extreme agony
Attempting to destroy the internal captor I press the blade to my throat
My body has no reaction, I remain alive
Failure in motion; paralyzed

Their might cannot be triumphed
Now we pay the price for letting them go it alone

My body marches to the throne
Actions present, mind vacant
I sit surrounded by my crew
They are twisted, contorted
Their suffering; blatant

Begin the exterimation
The invoking
The execution of worlds

Me
A mere manipular forced to fight
Forced to face the horrors of our plight
I can hear them
Inside my head...their voices
Me
A speck of dirt on the tree of life
A subject of the deepest known blight
I can hear them
Inside my head...their voices

This world has been stripped of all its delicacies and purged of all its life
Their might cannot be triumphed
Execute the mandate

The Invoking Of The Execution Of Worlds