Unrest from Weltschmerz by Murkdweller

The mother’s milk is poisoned
Sweet, corrupting nectar
A fragrant liquor burning
In your mouth
A thousand voices singing
Praises, hoarse with fervor
To drink the dew that glistens
On the venom fang

Fumes are rising
From the rotten earth
Fetid air
Fills ravaged lungs
Breath comes out in curses
Upon the weak
From the hearts
Of those weaker still

It’s in the blood
In your wells

A din of doom
A desperation
A call to arms
A detestation

Keep inhaling the poison
Keep extoling the chosen

Dead verses spit from your tongues
Gasping breath kept from your lungs
Contorted faces haunted by your self-made greed
While you shovel wealth into Moloch’s maw

It’s in the rot
In your walls

Face unrest
In the year of the plague
It’s what’s coming
It’s what you’ve made

It’s in your streams
Your hate-filled dreams

• Atmospheric Black Metal
• Black Metal
• Metal
• Finland