1. |
Abattoir Pt. I
01:24
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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
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2. |
Black Flame Ascension
05:31
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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
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3. |
Cathedral of Despair
03:39
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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
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4. |
Flight of Mercury
05:43
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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!
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5. |
Venemous Reverie
02:52
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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
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6. |
The Harrowing
04:15
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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
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7. |
Abattoir Pt. II
02:06
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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
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