Infusorium Songtext
von Scour

Infusorium dystopian
The brotherhood of the black fog

Greater ventriloquism
Bring down the skies
Levers pulled, dead eyes shift

And the pendulum drops and tilts and sways
Crust of swale

Qliphothic tree of false-life
Growth in death, death is growth


Black opaque mask
Turned valve, breathed deeply

A mockery of creatures
An explosion from the inside out

A mockery of features
Skull embedded face up
Buried feet first
Faces just above the soil
Mouth hung open


Heads twisted backwards, facing up
Heads twisted backwards, facing up
Heads twisted backwards, facing up
Heads twisted backwards, facing up