Confess That in trim golden gardens death breathes the abysm That the dark nymphs sting on heavenly failure And bid the soul of orpheus to sing such notes as Armmagedon Apocalypse and unbridled holocaust Thou hast entombed Sphere born that harmony consumed Attired with stars and able to pierce High-raised saphire-coloured death inbreathed A shrine Scythed in the palest shades of black Confess That minute drops from off the eaves of damnation are nigh That rotten trophies such as fecal angelical heads were harvested And let the horrid tunes hung feral beneath the firmament As solemn tunes have sung Of the end drear and grace dementia Death, where is thy sting? To bite cruelty in a silver platter Euphonious ravens to choir for a tragedie With undiscording melodious noise with harsh din Old of dying essence from where ambrosia blooms In perfect diapason and tuned with the fiery hell And in depraved delict, delight or denial Open wide the gates below through velvet curtains undressed Haste thee nymph, and bring forth The winds that froze the golden zodiacTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
