Deskari, Lord of the Locusts

Hello friends! Today I bring you a special track that was born courtesy of Ziratia, who granted me the privilege of adapting 'Deskari' to English. This song was adapted and is not a literal translation, changes were made for flow and rhyme structure. Hope you enjoy! And do pay a visit to Ziratia's original, it's more than worth the listen: https://suno.com/s/sSxzGdw0ZscTbUD6 _______________________________________________ They speak of him like a scourge....a resounding plague...… But plagues........end This one.... STAYS! Fields are devoured — not scorched, digested! Earth has shifted — it's breeding, infested! Wheat flattened under the weight of a thousand faces Every stalk echoing whispers of his passages All crosses have fallen — laid beneath the ground The bells made silent— their iron gnawed by the swarm I saw the crusader — armor opened to its core His innards bared and given...to prove unquestioned fervor The worms in the mud don't flee the light Only slither to us in unholy might Pray they eat you.. lay eggs right in your flesh Pray they see you....may your body turn nest They hymn his name like they scourge old wounds Deskari — feed him yourself, fertilize! Hail to the demon that brutalize His hunger calms, his anger tames Hail to the stomach that can reclaims! He came for the debt of humanity! Crashed up in waves of a nameless spree! The cult have all but yielded their stay Their prayer now: 'Devour me!' [Post-chorus with guitar solo] DEVOUR ME! I'm still walking straight — but my steps are mired By something in me learning of true desires If this is his voice — then his lies cannot be There naught alive here — only cattle for his beasts! Gnaw! Eat me! From the skin beneath my nails! Among the Rasping Rifts — I saw heaven's gate in hellfire No lead to the beyond but the end that hungers The cultist spasms, mouth engorged in viscous dirt Tainted by bloated throat and flowing red rivers They chose to bare his marks with their wings in pieces Engraved in their flesh the absolute of his thesis Their trembling eyes no longer knew denial They saw too much...they'll never come back A fervent priest tried to implore the light His words hung strangled by the dead of night His faith forsaken... not broken, but replaced From a muffled beating as faint breaths laid waste Even the saints yield when the meat lays claim A doorway, a threshold for those that crawl infected From whence they pray they won't be saved He's already here...listening He came for the corpse that knew to scream Came for the men that knew to kneel Came for the wound bearing his seeds! It's his world now... his slaughterfield! (his slaughterfield!) I close my eyes only to feel them move Slowly digging my mind like blight cocoons This is the end — but it didn't come from a moment This is the end — a cursed loop — abandonment! He doesn't conquer Only spreads In what crawls from your tears In these vows you lost Son of the corrupted wind Father of the open fields He who knew not to create But to sterilize "We are the harvest!" "We are the mouth!" "We are what remains...once the locust sprawls!" He came — From within, eating from the inside He came — Beneath the skin he knew to incise He came — And I think I know How to love... this world he wove! Don't resist — Let him move Nerves infested for his brood If it's Deskari — then know it's right Already begging the mercy he wrights The field replenished! But not... for... us! DESKARI! DESKARI! DESKARI! DESKARI!