Eradicate the seeds of my savior.
A generation born to enslave.
Who am I to proclaim the innocent?
Into the ground they will descend.
The face of the Lord they will not perceive.
Mark my territory, I don't want disease.
Crushed will be the name of the future.
Holier than thou, that is me.
Watch, as I fill my heart with grief.
As I see reflections.
Around me, a world of deprivation.
Urges keep rising.
Blood my sanctuary.
Slaughtered Uprising.
A lonely cure for me.
I'll dismiss what's fair, and humane.
For all that I believe in will prevail.
Searching for the answer to my question.
Covered in the innocents' entrails.
The face of the Lord they will not perceive.
Mark my territory, I don't want disease.
Crushed will be the name of the future.
Holier than thou, that is me.
Prevailing, listening to dissonance.
Impending is the bitter end.
Hear the sound of the marching lacerated.
Now I know how it feels to be alive.
Hatred is for once alleviated.
No one will survive.
Watch, as I fill my heart with grief.
As I see reflections.
Around me, a world of deprivation.
Urges keep rising.
Blood my sanctuary.
Slaughtered Uprising.
A lonely cure for me.
As scalding as hot lava, the latest from French group Non Serviam collides black metal brutality with industrial grind. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2023