Ravaging morbid skies
Embers of a dying star

Clandestine cult of lies
Leaders of the abattoir

Unraveling world demise
Honoring the true leader

Reverends of despise
Clergy of the rising sons

Vile prophets
Brothers bonded in blood and despair
They're

I am the face of reason
The embodiment of treason
A divine perversity
A malignant trinity

I spread my serpent wings of simony and decay
My name is Legion for we are many

Evil ditches arise
Abysmal chasms
Thousand of lies
Emerge from their vaults

Pure

Atra mors
Damn the blessed
Atra mors
Danse o' death

Creeping decease
Age of the wretched
Piling debris
Of those infected

Plague
The morbid is here
Dance with thee
Welcome the morbid victory

Atra mors
Black abscess
Cadaverous hordes

False virgin mother
Deceiver of man
Abusing herself
With a crucifix in her hand

Her eyes are vacant
Her soul depraved
Forsaking the spirit
As she masturbates

Behold your bastard son
Upon the cross
He will pay for his pride
And arrogance

Pale

Faithless tyrant
Atrocious emperor of shadows king of devastation

Arise from slumber and aeons
Of esoteric dreams of breeding chaos

Steel-plated armor and stolen valor
Entrails hanging out a maggots meal
The czar brings his stillborn seed
His mind infected with gr

Faint crosses
Temple of lies
Lit torches
Heathen sighs
Confess

Heinous oath
Ominous prayers

Unholy truth
Suffering
Hail

Flaming hazes
Servants of night
Vacant faces
Furious light

Manifestation
Damning the blessed
Illuminatio

I bid thee welcome
Within these halls
To this assembly
Under this vault

Here we’re all equal
Neither better nor worse
We’re all inhuman
In this unholy and clandestine church

Painted red
Dying dream
Misguided
The supreme

The halls are painted

All rise
And stand before me
I am the chairman of primeval force
You're standing trial
For the neglection of your legacy
For the constant decadence
And immense depravity
Convicted in life and blessed by sickness

All weak aside here lies no savior
Your fall f

No king, no crown
No one to rule this sombre kingdom cold
No God to see
All there is left is just an empty throne

Bellum omnium contra omnes
Sede vacante

Deus in absentia, see, no God of emptiness

Bellum omnium contra omnes
Sede vacante

Satan in absent

We are the guardians of misanthropy
Flying like arrows in the night
We've went through starless aeons
To perish living daylight

Like hornets swarming
Flocking our nest
Black demons taunting
We're those whom the gods detest

We are the gargoyles
Restless and

On the first day
We spawned this atrocity
Out of decay
And prolonged animosity

Your home is here
The abandoned earth
Its acidic crust
Shall restrain your growth

On the second night
The towers rose
One through five
All built to prove

That you

Emancipating pain
Pour yourself into me
Fill me with futility till I am hollow and empty

Luscious flesh shall bleed
Feeble souls shall scream
Soothing agony
Painful pleasure relief

Immortal lust
Screaming desire
Realm of dusk
Rape me in fire

To r

Desolate relics
Of a fallen realm

Distant baying
Resonate through the void

Growling, barking
Lingering at the riverside

Snarling, guarding
Lurking at the gates of Hades

Leading, guiding
Souls into the depths within

Drooling, looming
Three-hea

Gloomy Sun
Ashes are falling from heaven
Burning one
Hecatomb
Abaddon

Looming eyes
Black mass gathering
In the night
Heresy
Heresy

Their bodies doused in oil and treachery
At the stake they'll burn and suffer
Such acts of sin and infidelity

Infernal citadel
Illuminated reddened in this depth of Hell

Monolith rise
A monument arrayed in its gloomy might

Desolate halls
A vacant realm beyond these faithless walls

Doleful sighs
Enters my skin and heart
Horrifies

Envy the creation
Vanity ri

Meathook massacre

I cut you for a living in the mercenary's den
Slice your guts and open up
For the masters of your world and kin
They have a necromantic need
For a misanthropic autopsy
A connoisseur lobotomy
Stir it up, there goes your head

You'll be my uninv

A piercing light
Illumination
Ominous
Ravage from the sky

Heaven divine
The pending seven
A roaring silence
For about half an hour

The seven trumpets
Prepare to sound
Anticipation
The seventh seal has broken

Sin of the lamb
Imminent atroc

Oh spawning Sun bring forth your bleeding visions
Stillborn birth of day in stench of decay

We are yours bred to serve
Blessed by the wicked just to die
We are one, necro sapiens

Enslaved by our dying worth
Repulsive dying sense of life
We are none, necro sapiens<

Lashed to the wretched sinner
The left hand path is lit

Beware for the worst is upon us
The treacherous waters of madness
Where the wretched sinners lie buried
Here night is day and the day is darkness

Trenches aligned
Souls who defied
Golems beside
Prophe

All senses
Under attack
Oblivion
Penultimate
Anticipation
Fills your soul
At the limit
Beyond control

The last advance
One final chance
It now shall be, no guts, no glory

Retaliation
Sequencially inclined
No guts, no glory
You decide