Age of Porcine Lyrics

In this hell we call our own,
Our innocence's lost in the drone,
Burn in the fires we start,
Deemed fit for ancient ritual

Sleep!
Sleep!
Sleep!

Through seance the spirit revived,
Inflict wounds before sacrifice,
Bathe in the blood as it flows,
Dance through the darkest of days

Sleep!
Sleep!
Sleep!

Be free tonight,
Be free tonight,
Be free tonight

Stars that explode in the sky,
Cascade of beauty in flames,
Bathe in the light as it fades,
Dance through the darkest of days

Sleep!
Sleep!