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• Artiste: Whitechapel
• Titre: Mammoth God
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Choked like the ravenous thirst of the sands As another god must surrender his land His head, I take with me beneath As a gift to the earth while I sleep Masterless avarice that stole the pride of Nazareth Swindling my way through gullible minds to take the bones of Lazarus Ritual of blight, the moon prepares eternal night To revive and fertilize death's grip, the flame of Satan is lit Leading the hands of wounded man through the dark We separate as they find themselves right back at the start Suffer, prosper They suffer as I prosper in opulence Shrouded in obsolescence Stripped of the divine A debt paid in lives This world is mine Eyes of chrome with an essence of gold A mouth full of diamonds that tears through time as we know I am the mammoth god, I am the slayer of gods Therefore, I should kill myself so I can claim all their heads My greed flows strong, and soon the cosmos will belong To itself as we create our universe in hell Leading the hands of wounded man through the dark We separate as they find themselves right back at the start Suffer, prosper They suffer as I prosper in opulence Suffer, suffer, suffer Suffer and die Suffer, suffer, suffer This world is mine