Harvest of the Tormented

Skinned alive in the temple of decay

Tongues nailed to altars, silence stripped away

Eyes gouged, fed to the swarm below

Where the dead still scream and the blood won't flow

Ritual knives carve truth in bone

Sacrificial hymns in a guttural tone

Twisted limbs in a dance of pain

A feast of the forgotten — flesh remains

Shrieking echoes in the marrow of time

Bound by entrails in a blood-soaked shrine

No gods, no mercy, no final breath

Only the hunger of eternal death

Feast of the forgotten rise from the grave

Torn from the silence, no soul left to save

Devour the light, let the darkness reign

In the pit of the cursed, we rot unchained

Solo

Crawling through sinew, the altar ignites

Ashes of martyrs consumed in the rites

Veins like rivers, bursting with flame

Each pulse a curse, each breath a name

(Drum fill)

The choir of torment begins to swell

Sermons screamed from the throat of hell

Skulls as chalices, brimmed with spite

Drinking the void in the absence of light

Solo

Shrieking echoes in the marrow of time

Bound by entrails in a blood-soaked shrine

No gods, no mercy, no final breath

Only the hunger of eternal death

Feast of the forgotten rise from the grave

Torn from the silence, no soul left to save

Devour the light, let the darkness reign

In the pit of the cursed, we rot unchained

No light escapes the tomb of screams

Where flesh is memory and silence dreams

Buried beneath the weight of sin

The feast is done let the void begin