Aetherium Mors - Ritual to Evince the Subsurface of Purity | Текст песни

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Satan
Lucifer
Belial
Leviathan
Arise oh gods of the abyss
Manifest before me
I with tongue of fire
Shall eviscerate the soul
Blood gushes from the altar
The lambs of god will suffer
Azazel behold my infernal weapons
Abaddon with these words I stab and destroy
Obliterating the gates
With the vengeance of Sekhmet
And the infernal fire of Satan
Fire of Satan
Charring the delusional walls
I summon thee
Harken to me
Serpents of fire
Bring writhing flames to the spirit
Impaled on horns of death
And you shall never ascend
Evince the subsurface of purity
Festering Nazarene
God of decay
Despisers of all life
Worshipers of death
Devotees of the leech
Feed on the diseased
Crawling beneath
Benign disguise
Insects of fear
Infecting life
Contaminating our strength
By preserving the weak
They pervade decay
Pervade the suffering
Behold the weak and feeble
They reach up to the heavens
For the embrace of angels
Their flesh cold like a tombstone
Contagious fear infested
Their being is decomposing
Their skin splits wide open
Diseased lambs of oblivion
Shemhamforash
Shemhamforash
Hail Satan
Hail Satan

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