Invoke

By Scour

On Gold

Released on February 21, 2025

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The hour is late

It took wielding blunted knives

And still they butchered on

It took every single strike

To kill the god-like dog

Mauled body stabbed to life

Abhorrent theory of snuff

Plundered and raped, left for decay

Fractured, dismembered rack

The hour was late

The frozen sway of fate

The time had come for blades to drop

Blades to rip through wrists and pulse

All hail Satan

Invoke the master's goat

All hail Satan

Bе at one with a hell

Give thе body to Satan

Luciferian blood

Give the blood to evil

Give the heart to a feast

Give him your eyes

Give him your eyes

Give him your eyes

Give him your eyes

The hour was late

It took wielding blunted knives

And still they butchered on

It took every single life

To feed the starving maw

To feed the starving maw