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Sola Pravitas
01:06
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Destined To Hang
03:50
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"A precipitant flight betwixt stifling trees;
A foolish, desperate craven... destined to hang"
As in a nightmare, I stumbled through woods
My cloth ripped by judgment sudoric flesh shorn
The phantom of terror loomed, ever giving chase
As a capricious spectre not bound to one face
Still shaken by horror, fresh blood on my hands
I'd awoken to the sound of her screams
I'd sinned as I slept, surely even God wept
As my mother was taken from me
So I fled from total depravity
Into the mercy and light of your love
I can't forget what I've done
So forgive me Father,
I'm coming Home
With a rope 'round my neck.
The rivers and fields of gold lie
Where tragedy dies and the sun never sets
I'm Innocent,
Though I've thrice Christ denied
Though I've revelled in sin
Though I, like flowers defiled
Clothed myself in beauty whilst rot lay within
Twice before, mine own hand was stay'd
The LORD as my shepherd, answered as I prayed
But my fingers were crossed, I'm still clutching the blade
Simply a justified sinner destined to hang
So with one step towards heaven and a kick of my feet
A noose woven from fate's thread tighten'd round me
I finally wept as my grief became dreams of piquant ecstasy
So farewell O' alluring obscenity
Thus I reap from the wages of sin
I'm dying to see what's to come
So forgive me, Father
I'm coming Home
With a rope 'round my neck
The rivers and fields of gold lie
Where tragedy dies and the sun never sets
Though I've thrice Christ denied
Though I've revelled in sin
Though I, like flowers defiled
Clothed myself in beauty whilst rot lay within
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A Perilous Path To Ruin
05:16
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So I set to wander, questions, revelations mine to ponder
Adrift in a fugue and burdened so by his call
What shall it profit a man, should it be these lives are ended by my hand?
After all I share blood with that bastard and his son...
But still, if I am to answer my friend,
If among the elect I still claim to stand
Is it not my duty to wreak vengeance as His hand?
So I shall dash them 'gainst the stones
Weep Sinners
The reckoning is at hand
I come before the Son of Man
You are liars and witches who speak naught but filth
O'er cursed altars shalt your blood be spilled
O Father, their roots grow sick with rot
And the fruit falls not far from the tree
Thus in righteous fury I shall grind their bones to dust
"Dost thou not see how they tremble at thy feet?
The perverse and the wicked, their flesh be thine to reap!"
For the black and iniquitous, I come
A Holy Avenger of Blood
Golden Sword in hand
Save me your sorrows
Spare me your tears
This work has only just begun
Oh dear brother, bereft of mothers virtue
It seems we share only her blood
Cursed thou art,and destined to rot
Blessed is he who is Chosen by God.
Like a flood
Drown me in his blood
Father
Failure
Sinner
Satan's Son
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Filth Before The Throne
03:38
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Servant of The Serpent, pernicious Malcontent!
Blaspheme never again nor profane your Maker's name!
Fratricide!
As I spill your blood in his name, I Invoke.
His mouth awash with curses, evil dances gayly 'pon his tongue
Lies spill forth risen from an open grave
Spare me your vies and your sink of sin
If they lead you astray shall I tear out your eyes? Your tongue?
And make offering of your blood?
Shall we go into the fields?
O LORD, Witness
I am my Brothers Keeper!
Before The Throne of Judgment I stand illuminated, free from Sin
A blinding light coursing through my veins as I am sanctified through the Election of Grace
In Blood my name is writ, recorded in His tome
Justified I raise my blade and cleanse this filth before His throne
YOU DARE?!
Speak again and you'll be put to the sword!
Judgment rendered by a holy hammer
In the house of the LORD
"... Amen"
I am my Brother's Keeper!
His eyes burdened by lust, heart tempted by the endless whispers of The Snake, hands shed my innocent blood
Thus alone shrouded in Darkness, I await my chance in nearby alleyways to claim my birthright at the edge of this blade
This sanguine sacrifice shall become my offering
A gift that God himself would never accept
Shall cleanse this filth before His Throne
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The Vale Of Illusions
03:31
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Malicious Spirit!
Crawling Death!
Conjurer of many Faces!
So,
I followed him down through this Vale of Illusion
Where only whispers and promises dwell
Forgive thy Son, O' Father in Heaven
I've been lead astray whilst under his spell
Oh how wrong I've been all along
My facade of righteousness fed the gaping maw of Hell
He said,
"Stained crimson blade in hand, grind their bones and desecrate and rake and reap and rape until thy work is truly done "
And I followed him down, through this Vale of Illusion
Where only his whispers and promises knell
Forgive thy Son,O Father in Heaven
I've been lead astray whilst under his spell
Oh how wrong I've been all along
Among maggots I lay, a blanket of worms for warmth
And though none dared assemble before me,
Tongue honed sharp through riches I claimed
I declared the Kingdom of Heaven
But all that remains is merely a mouthful of Dust
O Beguiling Phantom,
How sly thou art
I have been bested
I beg reprieve
From this unending night
"Thy will be done"
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The Night Devours
05:08
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A vicious curse has been cast on me
By a doppelganger with a parasitic smile
A shifting visage shrouded in darkness
How could so many faces seem so vile?
Though at first captivated by beneficence
Vainglory and majesty at once did conspire
With demagoguery and mockery,
Once reviled with suspicion
Now I wept onto hands stained crimson
As chastened love died there in my arms
Whence came the onset of this aporia?
The thinning and ailing of time?
Am I haunted by memories or merely delusions of a fanatic mind?
An epoch spent drowning in despair, enraptured by self righteous sin?
Or predeteriminstic heretic hypocrisy, hellbound corruption from within?
God alone knew how I felt
Consumed as I was by jealousy and ignorance
Covetous of earned rest
As distorted visions molest me I assume the burden of The Beast
I've submitted and debased myself,
As a disciple of this Cloven Priest.
Another day bleeds past me
I can't count the hours
Remnants of dying light fade
As The Night Devours
His visage wreathed in darkness
How could so many faces seem so vile?
His masque once of pure arcane beauty transforming before my sight
His warm smile inverting once beguiling now distorting into perverse caricature of life
As diabolical grin tears through the remnants of skin, I fled in horror, terrified
Yet every time I close my eyes
I see these faces, taunting
Haunting me until I die
Another day bleeds past me
I can't count the hours
Remnants of dying light fade
As The Night Devours
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