Noctai Carapace from Vial by Sallow Moth

Bestow me with flight, a black shell of armor, laced with poison fungal creatures
So give me the most dark power that I can hold, conquer nature
Foulest seed, into the tree
With illness I'll disgrace eternity
Into my esophagus, a piece of blade from nightmares becomes a part of me, Noctai guide me in any encounter
Against nature and mankind, watch them grow weak
No growth made without destruction
Annihilate, slow vengeance runs deep
Experience thrill of poison
A mileau of marching roaches

A prize to the beast
No right or wrong feast
I send my best
Throng of fungal, prickly egglings

Target the empath
To bring across as dinner
Cold dirt

I wear the armor
Like a blade in the ground
I found the armor
Like a blade, I found the vein

Corked brain
Unleash a molten larva
A tactic cooked from home
Familiars stew in pain
I stir, now like gravel and clay
Old flayer, something conscious

Through a gate, through all persons that glow
In a vine that curses all those who watch the tree

A prize to the beast
No right or wrong feast
I send my best
Throng of fungal, prickly egglings

Target the empath
To bring across as dinner
Feed

I wear the armor
Like a blade in the ground
I found the armor
Like a blade, I found the vein

I reach a new height
I've made a feast to last years

Sights unknown

Hate, silence them, my teeth
Deals poison, feed
Trudge the mound of men, my teeth
I can taste their wisdom
Wistful strength
Dream, slow death
War

In time for the sleep
All warriors gather
Offer war

They're shackled, death, machinelike cream
They're digested, digested, deconstruct garments
With sadistic motive, I can gather all these strains
Lunch is over, whores
Poison tip blade sharpening, night
I worship the night
Noctai watch with me
Wield all the poison
Noctai watch with me
Night wash the trees

And I find, I see you smile
I wear the armor
Like a ground for my idol
Dimension of it bleeds and sighs
Spirit calling
Spirit calling

From the darkness, enrapture me
The voice, the pain, sour kind
Enrapture all veins
Spirit come, wakes

Wait for the time, the third moon shines
Night to the false eye

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