The Furtherance (feat. Rheese Peters) Lyrics

To awaken in a state of disarray
Bestowed for defilement, this is what I've became
Fallen from sentience, only to worship the now bloodied flesh

Decomposing carcass, the flesh that gives way to birth
With maggots spewing from within, we now hold the rites to our own destiny

We have been gifted a release from the innards of Hell
Crawling from dying morsel and to grow to an even greater form
For this is only the beginning, my dearest host
Furtherance, onwards to the annihilation of the sacrament

[Rheese Peters]:
Do you see the reflection of holy flames peering from the gates?
With severance, the morbid ritual has been complete
A corpse bearing the undying horde
Look upon this as if Christ has compelled you

[Both]:
Look into the eyes of your creator one final time before I take your pathetic lives
God is dead

[Greg]:
God is dead by the end of this fortnight
A catalyst buried underneath his nose, composed by a loyal host
In the name of the Father and Holy Spirit I speak


[Rheese]:
God is dead by the end of this fortnight
God is dead by the end of this fortnight
Buried underneath the salvation of lies, he was destined to die
The Creator of his own end had scriptures written of his loss of life
Our father of treacherous lies
The one that is truly void of light
He was never alive

[Greg]:
A Fate he forged within the desolations of Hell
A tortuous eternity in which he must dwell
This father of solipsism
This father of certain demise

We are legion
Furtherance, hark the sound of annihilation
With grand complacency
We have found our passage to reality

"With undying life, they have been given an opportunity to seize all control and cast infinite blackness over man. This is the end of time, and they will forever chant..."

A fervent presence once masked is now unveiled
The darkness all consuming
An end to divinity, for we are many