Hark From The Tomb - Contamination Of A Species
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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
Текст:
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
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