Hail the end, praise the victorious death The 13 bells chime the morbid knell of doom In these wastelands the ground opens wide A mass grave of pestilence waiting for torn carrion
Deformed tentacles rising from the deep As winged abominations furrow the skies Vomiting horrid sounds with fresh bone-made flutes Sardonic doomsday feast, Laus Hodie
I call to thee, old ones Mine own flesh and blood Hear me call your names Ignite my dormant seed
Step down from your stellar form And taste my offering Come forward from the gate Consecrate me with your fluids
Praise this glorious day Where heavens burns in Awe The Gods of Hell rejoice In the stench of World’s downfall The bleeding eyes that witness Are crushed under cloven hooves Piles of blackened garbage Are trodden by Therion Faceless tomb of man, Doomsday Cenotaph, Banquet of human leftovers for bubonic rats
Born anew to the world the Dragon’s child comes forth Return into this plane as the universe looking itself To stare with such eyes is to die to all things known Once the chains of slavery are broken In.Necis.Renascere.IntegerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
