Sacrilegion - The Pest Dialect lyrics
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Tracks 01. Maggots Swarming To The Corpse Of A Dying God
02. To Strike With Vehemence 03. Tragoetia (Hymn Of The Goatspell) 04. Unearthing Causal Passages From Within The Festering Black Mass 01. Maggots Swarming To The Corpse Of A Dying God
Swarm!
Swarm, children of the dying light And nest in the promised lies of a lamb to the slaughter - the lesion on your waning faith Engrossed in the falsity of archaic philosophies In the shadow of the Morning Star The "prophets" born no more Vested in your glorified slave pens Only to die deceived and to rot Overcome by the malicious hands of fate Forever to be the feast of the worms The dialect of the pests, that which breaks down the dogma of the false Chisel at the throat of God Never to speak again Maggots swarming to the corpse of a dying God Now fester in your filth Maggots swarming to the corpse of a dying God Now fester in your... Maggots swarming to the corpse of a dying God Now fester in your filth 02. To Strike With Vehemence
From dusk to dawn in dreary silhouettes from beyond the realm of carnal fate; the burning, inherent hate
To strike with vehemence, sew the seeds Encompassing agony, spreading venom, welts the feeble mind Torture of the highest order, the reward for the blind Drown in the gore Deprived of perception Flagellation of the soul Bleed for the holy sin To strike with vehemence, spread the disease Master, butcher, cleaver of souls, pernitious invocator Severed head doctrine, sublimate the weak To strike with vehemence, spread the disease Accumulation of suffering, messianic ruination Deprivation and satiation, the chronicles of pain 03. Tragoetia (Hymn Of The Goatspell)
Incantations of death's construction
Hymns of blackest evermourn Spells cast from wicked enclosures Liers in wait at the gates of silent memory Prophesized volition of will No longer silenced Psalms of malice and duskbourn hate! In the embrace of evil The time has come to reap The last of the holy seed Doomsday ritual, demoniac rites Energumens lust for gore Ravenous inanition Expel legions of angels blood Fervor blasphemies Engorged fragments of faith Bring the end of days Flowing forth from the gates in blood Profanation; our lament Sodomize the light Hymn of the Goatspell's rage Armageddon's raid Clad in black, our profane leer The advent of twilight's feast The zenith of the night Caressed again by the winds of dark No utopia to unfold Tragoedia, our song for insanity Goetia, the essence of agony For but a moment, time stands still As to bask in the carnival of gore The carnival of gore Amorphous shapes of bleakest pain Diabolic triumph, no more light of day 04. Unearthing Causal Passages From Within The Festering Black Mass
Storms of grief erupt from a clouded haze
Peering through a husk upon cynic landscapes A vision of obscurity on the brink of void Murmured forth by an unseen force Nexions of eldritch stature; a miasmic sight Viewed by indifferent eyes Funereal notions, complacent creed Beckoning cacophonous cries They whisper insanity Harbingers of Dusk; an oath of collapse Unearthing the passages within the black mass... Causality, intact Their screams are inside of me Drawn to despair Relinquish the dream... The shapes of anxiety All hope is lost All hope is lost... Apotheosis of the inner gates Eccentric vistas, imposing awe Immutability of which spells doom Struggle for naught - all hope is lost Abstraction, directive nothingness Not of tragedy, but futile providence That is dead, not eternally lie Unmaking creation outside of comprehension |