Void - Lyrics - A Million Dead Birds Laughing

Feed them the dawning tale of meaning This operation shall awaken the decent Fake relish their pieces Embellish the reason Set talons to bleed them And damage the seasoning Feed them the yawning ale Disease now means nothing to them Fake polish their faces Hateful adoration Abolish the layers of taste built beneath their *** Favorite flavours Oh, if the enemy could taste its wings Savouring flavours Until the enemy dissolves Soulless hordes Contorted forms They gorge Oh, misery Would they sing to be saved? Consuming life They have tried to feed the void But failed