Final Devourment

Surfacing from the foul abysmal depths, be at rest assured she will sing to the world in a sweetened harmony, without a falter in her means
As I bear witness to the flood that's justly pouring from her shawl, I know that soon we will swoon in the wrap of her staggering grace just simply melting from her breath
She is poisoning us with regret for feeling comfort instead of dread
She has got the lead and she sees it, lifting her arms
And just as we turn our backs to flee, wretches tail her out of the sea
Coiling the running that shapes the flood, where the burdened visions take our hands the blood will fall.

Higher forces please intervene
Stagnate this army and their queen
Opening up her chest, exposing prodding ribs
Swiftly gaining on our tracks, we're wearing out
Atrocious has become this night of apathy
Not a cloud lays low to cover me
Its apparent that our flesh is the destination they'll be feeding on for days
No one here lives to scream, no one but me
You sing the song
We shed the blood
Taunting us from the girders, our bodies have become the flood.

We have become the flood.