Put to flame this wretched house of sticks and shame A blasted ruin where it stood
We drive the nails into the flesh of pious men Martyrs all before dawns light returns again
The church an abatoir in which we cull the flocks Colored glass lacerates the orthodox
Writhing maggots ground beneath our boot of steel A bloody spectacle to bring the curs to heel
Prostrate with platitudes where burning rafters fell Within this charnel house a vision of hell
Unleashed
Exsanguineted by the kiss of singing wicked blades
We carve the sigils in the flesh to herald black crusades
As burning dead are mourned Your liars god be scorned
Our battle standards hung with human pelts by nimble stitch Plead for mercy and you'll find our hearts as black as pitch
Desecrated by the violence of our heresies The cries of our sorrow fueling our abyssal revelries
As burning dead are mourned Your liar's god be scorned
Excise them Baptise them Cleanse them in their blackened blood Infernal Eternal Drown them all in crimson flood
This scene a tragic thing now penned in blood and woe We come to Sunday Mass with blade and torch in tow
Exsanguineted by the kiss of singing wicked blades
We carve the sigils in the flesh to herald black crusades
We drive the nails into the flesh of pious men Martyrs all before dawns light returns again
Put to flame this wretched house of sticks and shame A blasted ruin where it stood
Exsanguineted by the kiss of singing wicked blades
As burning dead are mourned Your liar's god be scornedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
