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
The eight tracks on the latest from German black metal band pummel and hiss, working occasional atmospheric moments into the din. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 12, 2022