Distortion of senses, extermination When sequences result in cries And you witness the splendor of self-immolation Worship what you cannot deny
Gasping sounds In expectation of doom Slaughtered inside Caught in a vortex of decay
Whispering tongues, like an execration Separating spirits from flesh Caller of storms, the past is burning Quench it in the sea of demise
Killings to the sound of pestilence Dancing in the ruins of ignorance Slaughtered be thy soul, oh holy one While we're drowning in ecstasy
Condemned, unjust, playing grave games in courtyards While consummed by a toxic devotion Nihilistic urges sharpen razors and senses In madness our will shall be done
And they will gasp While celebrating their doom Fully entwined By the vortex of dismay
Gaze in awe into the face of delusion See its eyes through the back of your head And then witness the splendor of self-mutilation Worship what you cannot deny
Do not deny, and worship on the altar Do not deny, and bath in the blood that was spilledTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
