Broken Glass Sanctuary - Desecration of Flesh

The rising tide of human devastation
A field of corpses for cadaver cultivation
Harvesting the sanctity of Gods Creation
As their bodies feed into the vegetation

Stench of death
Infecting my every last breath
Carcasses
Scattered across the pavement
Bodies building the pyre
Melting flesh with fire
Shadows of mans desire
Feeding the Earth's demise

Bloodlust
Upon the softest touch
Desecration of flesh
That can nеver rest
Under
Thе deep
And endless slumber
Dreaming away
The memories you will never see again

Bleed