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(Instrumental)


2. THE SMOKE OF THEIR TORMENT

Rejoice
Flower of worms begats the sword shown the world of perfidy
Rejoice
Awakened now and unmerciful
You shall have all nations in derision
Becoming the catalyst of indignation
March towards wicked transformations
Slither from mine pallet that I might maintain your living ash
Living ash
Consume them with your fire
Rejoice
Flower of worms begats the sword shown the world of perfidy
With poisoned arrows
Consume them that they may not be
Enveloping them with delicious suffering
Rejoice
Flower of worms begats the sword shown the world of perfidy
Consume them that they may not be
And deliver much agony
The mass crucifixion of the sons of Adam
Dispatched by ignious ophidian
Constained abyssal order
Announcing the true fruits of the fall
Become the catalyst of indignation
Rejoice
And with terrible and tyrannical death
Oh, restore us again


3. DAWN VIBRATION

His beacon severes vision
Again alight from under
Crossing out their eyes
All vision ignored
Erasing the murmurs
Not want an utterance
Name and shape still unrevealed
Stabbing at the years he holds this audition
Dismantling all vessels of labor
Stumbling to reach the inception
No more can we be found
For belief cannot be seen
It is the frequency of day
Commencing with dry stutters
Begins the nucleus
We are found no more
But a scarred key
And the altered ticket
And tremendous ficitons
Subterrestrial illuminations
We are found
No/thing
But one piece of his whole


4. GARDENS OF COPROLITE

Within highest praise
And sought subjugation
Within woe and squaller
Countenance ever fallen
Dawning
The leering break of day
And penitence
Unto gowns of sacrifice
Unscathed nor weary
The Gardens of Coprolite
The Gardens of Coprolite
All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up and like the wind our sins sweep us away
The Gardens of Coprolite
Deceiving within your own selves
Shunning libelous laws
Therefore, the word, not flesh, is lived
The Gardens of Coprolite
And again the staggering vomit vexations

Manifesting in the hearts of man


5. WICKED FIELDS OF CALM

Recitation from tomes of trepidation
Peering up the frock of glory within wicked fields of calm
The lesions lessons
His image ever a reminder
Iconic respire
Thesis ever unaltered
Endless veils ever hidden
Now they have lifted the shrine
Passing the seed through fire

Visage of the abyss set against you

Holy! Holy! Holy!

Most savage of faiths
His mark

Holy! Holy! Holy!

Ever igneous tongue of eremitic gospels


6. WITHIN THRALL

The death of the gloaming

Ever your derision
Within a cocoon of falsity
Again turn mine place where knives lay
Turn it toward your laments
All encompassing compromise
Leech of leper lives
The gloaming is buried
Turn it toward your laments
Mine place where knives lay

Long repudiated tears


7. A VEIL IS LIFTED

Flaming serpent of orbs
Fall unto the hands of this angel
Five hundred years tall
Unremoved of spirit
Flaming serpent of orbs
Five hundred years tall
Waiting certain and shorn
Within barren searches
Five hundred years tall
And unremoved of spirit
Dei Desertionem
Churning
Always growing
Churning
Always groaning
Roaming salacious and insatiable
Not destroyed by the glorious
Permitting most obscene tantra
Venenum Deus
How you knew the dusk
Ever
Divine courtesan

Dei Desertionem


8. SCAR SIGHTED

Amidst these worn hearts
Increase pressure
Oh the diamond of misery
Jewel of such oblivion
Pacing again
Still no reply
For where purpose wilted
Loss and regret bloomed
Life after life
Learning no/thing
Within final extremity
Beside the last breath exhaled
And again pale to the center
Stumbling
Stuttering
Nil light reigns
Only tattered accusations
Paling to the comparison
Now utterly drained
And all wonder is banished
Life after life
Absorbing
Nothing


9. ALL TONGUES TOWARD

Tracing the circle; serpent's diamond
One and all now black
Maw overflowing with dense menses
Tracing the circle; serpent's locutions
Shiny the slattern form
Holiest of devourments
Sacred
Tracing the circle; serpent's thunderbolt
The acolytes of filth
Rinsed in vice and glorious knavery
Made as the filth of the world
In much fear and trembling
Head shorn in prophecy
Baptised in opaqueness
Slattern despot
Within such turpitude
Tracing the circle; serpent's thunderbolt
Mask of Lilitu
Readies the blade of Cain
Down diamond flights
But a single clutch of ashes
All tongues toward the void
Olding and encircling time
A saturn beyond mortal perception
Within her briar fortress


10. APHŌNOS

All are both
All are oblivion
All are alive
All are extinction
Attempts so tragic
Origin of ritual
Upon your knees
Singing
But still on your knees
Fraudulent Thaumiel
Colorless polycephalic evolution
Hanged by your own
Tighten the sword
Veil of mad spirits
Tethered in roily belief
And I can smell your fear again
Paralyzed by doubt
Writhing
Ever within your own consciousness
Trapped in division
Barren
Tethered in roily belief
Upon your knees
Singing
But still on your knees