a blood slick rock of sin and vice a visceral living hell reality our old stockade a putrid prison cell enslaved at birth we haul these chains through vomit, shit and swill sisyphean in our quest to push this rock uphill an abattoir to herd the blind a slaughterhouse for our flesh to grind a nightmare made real of our own design woe betide all humankind

take the town in the dead of night and steal them from their midnight sleep take them to the catacombs their flesh and bone we've come to reap bind the limbs that flail and thrash beat the ones who bite and scratch keep them all in chains of brass to them not a word we speak the empyrean waits for them their lives have been condemned their blood an offering a sign of things to come the first one true communion a pact unholy union a bargain struck between our lord and his favored son break the veins that keep the blood in wash away their wretched lives speak the words to beckon him upon the altar they now die the chanting of my thralls grows to fanatic heights still-warm body fluids fill stone-carved channels a sanguine sigil slowly forms a foetid wind from nowhere flips worm eat'n pages of the ancient tome the candles die dark laughter echoes all around my bones re-knit new flesh an exchange accepted a pact sealed a bargain struck my corrupted soul revealed i am ascending black flame now guides my blade seething with ruinous power i am remade the empyrean waits for them their lives have been condemned their blood an offering a sign of things to come the first one true communion a pact, unholy union a bargain struck between our lord and hais favored son my servants kneel before me their judgment ends in death break the veins that keep the blood in wash away their wretched lives speak the words to beckon him upon the altar they now die they scream their last before me terror in their bleeding eyes their fear a heady drought of liquor laughter soon drowns out their cries i am ascending black flame now guides my blade seething with ruinous power i am remade black flame ascension ascend to slake my blade my body, transmutated in his image made a bestial instinct now guides my twisted flesh leaving the catacombs i hunt to bring death i travel north through snow-bound hills i cross the seas of sand road i follow choked with corpses blood-stained red by mine own hand black flame ascension ascend to slake my blade my body transmutated in his image made undying i'll cleave this world in twain bloodshed incarnate be my reign slay through the centuries to burn this world to ash ageless bloodshed until the end of time

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 dawn's light returns again this church an abattoir 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 exanguinated by the kiss of singing wicked blades we carve the sigils in their flesh to herald black crusades as burning dead are mourned your liar's 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 sorrow fueling our abyssal revelries as burning dead are mourned your liar's god be scorned excise them baptize them cleanse them in their blackened blood infernal eternal drown them in a crimson flood this scene a tragic thing now penned in blood and woe we come to sunday mass with blade and torch in tow exanguinated by the kiss of singing wicked blades we carve the sigils in their flesh to herald black crusades we drive the nails into the flesh of pious men martyrs all before dawn's light returns again put to the flame this wretched house of sticks and shame a blasted ruin where it stood exanguinated by the kiss of singing wicked blades as burning dead are mourned your liar's god be scorned

can you hear the music of the spheres as your last breath leaves the keening voices wailing sorrow as your airways heave and with one last exhalation you curse my whispered name like the droves of fools before you that died all just the same rest your head my child fear not take my hand your hourglass is empty bereft of grain of sand darkness drawing nearer for few defy the fates labored breathing heavy oblivion awaits it beckons to me it calls me by my name it drags me from my body slumped dead in filth and shame extracted from my mortal vessel it guides me ever onward to gates of somnolence my body disconnected departing consciousness it questions can you hear the music of the spheres as your last breath leaves the keening voices wailing sorrow as your airways heave and with one last exhalation you curse my whispered name like the droves of fools before you that died all just the same rest your head my child fear not and take my hand your hourglass is empty bereft of grain of sand silence drawing closer for few defy the fates labored breathing heavy oblivion awaits a pall of greif enshrouds me i mourn a wasted life signifying nothing ended by mercy's knife i pass away consigned to morbid fate a cruel and shameful ending for which i could not wait shed not your tears for me give me to the ground make me food for star'ved worms beneath the frozen mound i pass away consigned to morbid fate a cruel and shameful ending for which i could not wait i pass away consigned to morbid fate a final resting place to hang my weary head for many years i've languished ailing in my bed waiting for the blessed day when i'll fin'lly be dead rot away consigned to morbid fate breathing ebbing shallow skulking death in wait a cruel and shameful ending the hour growing late i pass away consigned to morbid fate a final resting place to hang my weary head waiting for the blessed day when i'll finally be dead dead! (lead: andrew) it beckons to me it calls me by my name it drags me from my body slumped dead in filth and shame it guides me ever onward to gates of somnolence my body disconnected departing consciousness shed not your tears for me give me to the ground make me food for star'ved worms beneath the frozen mound it guides me ever onward to gates of somnolence my body disconnected departing consciousness i pass away enslaved to morbid fate a final resting place to hang my weary head for many years i've languished crippled in my bed waiting for the blessed day when i'll finally be dead can you hear the music of the spheres as your last breath leaves? the keening voices wailing sorrow as your airways heave and with one last exhalation you curse my whispered name like the droves of fools before you that died all just the same rest your head my child fear not take my hand your hourglass is empty bereft of grain of sand darkness drawing closer for few defy the fates labored breathing heavy oblivion awaits a pall of grief enshrouds me i mourn a wasted life signifying nothing ended by mercy's knife a final resting place to hang my weary head waiting for the blessed day when i'll finally be dead i'll finally be dead!

descend through blackened corridors labyrinthine hallways lead through cobweb riddled catacombs where bitter notions breed twisting and turning through dark warrens of the mind here we hunt for answers none would wish find scarlet skeins fractured falsehoods entwined and encircling empty hearts razor-edged, raking furrows, carving into tender flesh caustic musing pumping noxious bile through blighted burning veins, acid thoughts fill empty shallows tarnishing what good remains venomous reverie hate within this cauldron seethes questions now assail a mind harrowed sick with poisoned seed venomous reverie into lives our sorrow bleeds ragged hole left ever after down bitter pathways it does lead it does lead falsehoods unfurling feed fuel into the flame fate conspires betraying liars divulging secret shame left with nothing no one else to take the blame a nest of serpents writhing all reared and set to strike sorrow sets our minds against our friends and foes alike as time goes by still i think of you and all the futures that now will never be not in longing but something like disgust i revisit this venomous reverie i'll revisit this venomous reverie

let us ignite this putrid world of flesh ye cultists of the creed make this world a burning pyre and on its ashes breed rend the veil, unleash the wretched spawn of our unhallowed daemon-kin throw the church doors open wide unleash the ravening wolves within apostate preachers line the streets the gutters runneth red unholy legions march over the bodies of the dead uproot this grotesque christian state leave nothing in its place dispel our myth of sanity scourge the human race (lead: andrew) when the time is right we'll slake our wicked blades disembowling gentile sons knee deep in blood we'll wade drink deep and be exaltant children of the blessed our bloody patrons mark upon your writhing flesh uproot this grotesque christian state leave nothing in its place dispel our myth of sanity scourge the human race harrowing this fertile soil with tainted seed fertilized by those still who have yet to die sound six bells ye dwellers in this hell of hells king of kings seven crowns and seven rings sound six bells sound six bells ye dwellers in this hell of hells king of kings seven crowns and seven rings sing his name apostate preachers line the streets the gutters runneth red unholy legions march over the bodies of the dead uproot this grotesque christian state leave nothing in its place dispel our myth of sanity scourge the human race apostate preachers line the streets the gutters runneth red unholy legions march over the bodies of the dead uproot this grotesque christian state leave nothing in its place dispel our myth of sanity scourge the human race harrowing this fertile soil with tainted seed fertilized by those still who have yet to die harrowing sewing seeds of the apostacy fertilized by those still who have yet to die let us ignite this putrid world of flesh ye cultists of the creed make this world a burning pyre and on its ashes breed rend the veil, unleash the wreched spawn of our unhallowed daemon-kin throw the church doors open wide unleash the ravening wolves within

this world an abattoir to herd the blind a slaughterhouse for our flesh to grind a nightmare made real of our own design woe betide all humankind and it's an abject tragedy baring our necks for their blades to see how it is, it will always be abject tragedy abattoir to herd the blind a charnel house for our flesh to grind a nightmare made real of our own design woe betide all humankind