Hark From The Tomb - Let Them Die (2020)

Headfirst into the abyss
In search for salvation
Awash in the blood of the lamb
Blissful mental castration

Proud and fierce, with joy in their hearts
Stand the crown of creation
Demonic spirits will not sway their path
From their chosen damnation

Joyous choir sings his praise
As the wolves consume their flock
Willing masses genuflect
To place their heads upon the block

Mindless beings congregate
In search for redemption
Awash in the blood of the lamb
Sanguinary ascension

Soulless voids pontificate
To the dull eyed multitudes
Demonic spirits will not sway their path
From their chosen servitude

Bow your heads down to ascend
Drain the chalice to transcend
Praise the idol and repent
Beg forgiveness and lament

Joyous choirs sings his praise
As the wolves consume their flock
Willing masses genuflect
To place their heads upon the block

Futile prayers and woven hands
Waiting for the blade to fall
Faithful servants meet their end
As their faith consumes them all

Bring forth armageddon
Let this world crumble and die
Let civilisation perish
Let the fire rain from the sky

Bring forth the end times
Let the age of man expire
Let all monuments wither to dust
Let them drown in the soot and the fire

Bring forth armageddon
Kill them all
Kill them now

Bring forth the end times
Burn them all
Burn them with fire

Bring forth the fire and brimstone
Come total desolation
The true emancipation
From this mortal flesh

Let the fire rain

Bring forth devastation
Let the stars implode and subside
Let cosmos return into nothing
Let forth the cleansing tide

Bring forth devastation
Erase it all
Erase it for good

Bring forth armageddon
Kill them all
Kill them now

Bring forth the fire and brimstone
Come total desolation
The true emancipation
From this mortal flesh

From this mortal flesh

Propagator of suffering
Cultist hypocrite
Dishonest zealot
Purveyor of ignorance

Nothing to fear in god
Nothing to feel in death
Nothing to fear in god

Nothing to fear in god
Nothing to feel in death
Nothing to fear in god

Promulgator of
A narrow mental kingdom
With empty encomium
With pestilential morals

Consummate sadist
Denier of reason
Shallow fundamentalist
Reveler in torment

Primitive in thought
Withered of mind
Vile in intent
Rotten in soul

Nothing to fear in god
Nothing to feel in death
Nothing to fear in god

Nothing to fear in god
Nothing to feel in death
Nothing to fear in god

Propagator of suffering
Cultist hypocrite
Dishonest zealot
Purveyor of ignorance

Feeding his hungering flames

Drowned in the noise of the pounding drums
Screams of the unwilling sacrifice
Taming his hunger with offerings
Grown from the seed of his dutiful acolytes

Towering monument glows in dark of night
Ravenous jaws prepared to consume
Oblations plucked from the blossoming tree of life
And sent straight into their blazing tomb

Rising from the altar towards the sky
The horn-crowned deity with the yellow gaze
Wings outspread to blacken out the stars
The brazen idol of the ancient ways

Endlessly stretch the rows of the chosen ones
To become one with with his fiery soul
Gleaming in red from the libations now consumed
Twisted mouth opens to swallow them whole

Feverish priests toiling in their sweat
Slaving to appease his appetite
Heeding the cries from the true devout
’Come Lord and feast on our young on this blessed night’

Horrid king besmeared with blood
Nectar for the pleasure of the god

Rising from the altar towards the sky
The horn-crowned deity with the yellow gaze
Wings outspread to blacken out the stars
The brazen idol of the ancient ways

Feeding his hungering flames
The flames of our father with horns

Hark, let us gather
As the locust swarm
To join in prayer
For the final storm

Lord, please hear our cries
Reveal, your true face of terror
Penance through plague upon plague
Unleash, the gift of your horrors

O prime creator,
Let us drink from the cup of your wrath
Make our mouths froth from your blessing
Reveal the path
To reach true oneness with your soul
Through the suffering you extol

Come, taste the poison
From the saviour’s veins
Feed on the rancid
Flesh of his remains

Lord, please hear our cries
Reveal, your true face of terror
Penance through plague upon plague
Unleash, the gift of your horrors

Father, we beseech thee
Smite us with your righteous ire
Drown us in your roaring flood
Scorch us with your cleansing fire

Amen!

Amen!

Amen!

Amen!

Seeking forbidden wisdom
Through spells and incantations
Unlocking untold powers
Through spiritual revelations

Every knowledge that corrupts me
That fills my body and my soul

I chant the cryptic texts
From the abyss deep
That stirs the fallen one
From his restless sleep

I feel the room grow cold
A presence growing near
I let it pull me close
And whisper in my ear

His voice in every ear that hears me
His face in every eye that sees me
His thoughts in every heart of all who think of me
His will made flesh for all to see

I fall unto my knees
Filled with exultation
To’ve reached beyond the veil
And seen my own damnation

Fill me with your poison
Consume me with your hungering flames

I am his chosen vessel
His will made manifest
Waiting impatiently
To serve at his behest

I hear the call from below
The voice that beckons me
To let the void reveal
All its mysteries

I enter through the gates
Into a world unknown
Heeding the summoning call
To the foot of his throne

His voice in every ear that hears me
His face in every eye that sees me
His thoughts in every heart of all who think of me
His will made flesh for all to see

Let them think that the lie
That they live by saves

Let them rush on toward
Their fresh and waiting graves

May their skin turn grey and rot
May their bodies liquefy
All their prayers are for naught
So just let them die

Free us from their idea
Culling them – the panacea

Don’t stay their hands
Let them rip their throats

Don’t hold them back
Let them be the slaughtered goats

Don’t block their path
Let them walk into the flames

Let them rid illumination
From their sluggish claims

May their skin turn grey and rot
May their bodies liquefy
All their prayers are for naught
So just let them die

Free us from their idea
Culling them – the panacea

No longer human
Their souls aberrant and devout
No longer human
Impaired in morals and in mind

No longer human
Delirious and without doubt
No longer human
Shameless adherents of their lies

Leeches walking through the world

No longer human
They all must be stamped out
No longer human
Soulless wraiths with clouded eyes

In my mind you burn
On a monumental pyre
A mountain of flames
Turns ignorance to ash

Atone with your lives
Your thoughts must be cremated
Wither into soot
And your disease is forgotten

You burden on man
Generational infection
Affliction on the soul
No longer human, you are filth

You are filth

No longer human
Betrayers of reality
No longer human
You are putrefied in soul

No longer human
A defect in humanity
No longer human
A weed that strangles culture

You burden on man
Generational infection
Affliction on the soul
No longer human, you are filth

You are filth

You are filth

Rooted in the depths of burning sand
With vigil over kingdoms and their heirs
I, king of kings, for ages more will stand
And watch each mighty ruler who despairs
I will live past another aeon’s worth
Of towers growing up toward the skies
Of plague, of war, of fire, death and birth
And I will watch as every kingdom dies
Though too elusive is eternity
For even one as strong in will as I
Oblivion has not yet taken me
­But none who comes to see me can deny
That winds of time are withering my face
Until the day it’s lost without a trace