Soiling the Fields of Putridity Lyrics

Dripping and rotten
The fields come to bear
Decay and fermentation
Saturated crops of reeking gore
The yield now soaken
And splayed, releasing seeds
From pods of putrefaction
Submerged into the rot
Now stratify
Stretching limbs of disease
Skin sheeted leaves
Rooted system entrenched
In the bowls of a bog
Like the hands of a god
It reaches to breed
Red raining reeds
Germinate in coagulation
Thriving
Tilling the putrid rows
Soiling the veins
Culling the mutilation
To cultivate the epoch
Of defloration
The tending of the fields
Depraved, the incarnation
Sapped from the bleeding moors
Pure essence leaking down
Below the rot
Be damned
Or heed my every word
You will be judged
I have no tolerance
Once warning is observed
Let it be known
I've walked alone
These fields which none
Have come to pass
I have been judged
I've bathed within these moors
And swallowed all their wrath
I am unclean
Hollow
The glands are maturing
They'll plummet under
Once the fields have been soiled
Organic paste, of waste
This bio obscene fertilizer
Digested into the base
Will cause, blooming
Dripping and rotten
The fields come to bear
Decay and fermentation
Saturated crops of reeking gore
The yield now soaken
And splayed, releasing seeds
From pods of putrefaction
Submerged into the rot
Now stratify