By mortals' hands the devil was crowned In the nets of Belial dark powers bound Scourge of heaven, thy nemesis Hoisting the powers to which God submits
The lie that echoes in your tomb of worship Is the festering shadow Which bleeds through the surface
As a mystic spell seared in eternity A broken cosmic reel bound in infinity An ocean of tears could not awaken Your thorn-crowned nameless desperation
Silence the breath of humanity Rise from the ashes of ignominy Poison the current of dignity The serpent lurks among you effortlessly
Finding your salvation in the garden of iniquity A glorious return to what was meant to be As we stand above you in the fading light Drinking from the chalice To intake the unholy might
Lord of night, grant us the mystic powers Enrapture us in darkness God's pathetic religions We will not followTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
