Golden Tomb

Gone astray
Numb and blind
Within voracious paths
Like it would be a matter of life and death
Insatiable greed
Just more and more

Feeding the fire
The fire of the cult
Feast for the Pigs
Buttress for the shrine

Bow before the golden serpent
Of the leading cult
Hail the shimmering wealth
Ascendance into slavery

Pressure, greed and guilt
Envy, malevolence and leeriness
Backstabbing for more
Silver and gold
Leaders among the Leadingless
Clinging to the ladders
Enunciators of prosperity
The prophets of annihilation

Lifeless rotting
Creeping to the shrine
To worship and give yourself away
To the refulgent demon

Feeding the fire
The fire of the cult
Feast for the Pigs
Buttress for the shrine

Bow before the golden serpent
Of the leading cult
Hail the shimmering wealth
Ascendance into slavery

A gilded cenotaph
Forever

Slaves of a lie
Of Meaningless numbers
Bound in silver chains
Slobbering for more
Though shall bath
In fluid gold
Your arrogant greed
Shall be your grave
Though shall bath
In fluid gold
Your arrogant greed
Shall be your grave
Forever a gilded cenotaph