David Prieth – Kulturarbeit und Aktivismus

Lyrics for NAILEATER

Plague stain infested conscience
Cross splinters start to sink
Your prayer rests inside me
Black breath in angel’s milk

Words carved in worn-out letters
Dry skin in shades of white
Glass shards, tasting like metal,
gleam worthless in the night

Death Monger
is sowing rain
Death Monger
restrains
Death Monger
grants me my nails
Death Monger
betrays

On his brain a film of ashes
Wrath’s leaking through his skull
Death Monger consumed by darkness
Whip of nettles thrashing deadly dull

Fog of vinegar in my gullet
Molten shellac on my eyes
Blinding etching in my venter
Burning pictures that I despise

Death Monger
is sowing rain
Death Monger
enslaves
Death Monger
grants me my nails
Death Monger
repays

Pale knuckles on ancient timber
Death Monger’s spitting coal
Razor lips; milking old flesh
Skin fades to fuming mold

Chain whips caress a carcass
His teeth keep grinding dust
Salt screams corrupt my bloodstream
Now flames what once was lust

Death Monger
is sowing rain
Death Monger
restrains
Death Monger
grants me my nails
Death Monger
redeems