歌曲 | Redivider |
歌手 | Dark Fortress |
专辑 | Ylem |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
An ash painted chamber where death has been | |
A song of entrails strung upon a violin | |
On the brow, blood and sperm, with bile thinned | |
And sealed with Hecate’s nightshade kiss | |
Five live cats, into a pentagram pinned | |
To fuel their yowls, be they partly skinned | |
A will to call the reaper to seal the abyss | |
Where the half-eaten faces of Choronzon grin | |
And the deluge begins | |
As a wail runs its course | |
Defeat devours defiance | |
Life congeals, unhallowed | |
Stench billows | |
Raped into compliance | |
The strong force yields | |
To the redivider | |
Altars bleed their rotting sanctity | |
Aborted selves convulse | |
Retch momentity avulsed from bliss | |
The walls give way | |
To a trembling pandemonium | |
Nightmares flood the dying soul’s septic vision | |
Decrepit screams, extraneous and obitual | |
Gnosis through unbearability, psychosis by volition | |
This is not a happy ritual | |
Triumphantly | |
Entropy parades its mandibles | |
Tendons snap, bone rips from bone | |
Atrocity transfigures overthrown humanity | |
A scythed obscene apparition stands alone | |
Praise the descending dark | |
Praise limbo’s dripping vulva | |
Praise the perishing spark | |
That takes with it eternal life | |
Ignium imus nocte et consumimo igni | |
The acolytes shed blood devoutly | |
Dying slowly where they kneel | |
The figure reaches out | |
His clutches grab an easy meal | |
But as the fiend unvigilant, | |
Turns to feed, the master draws | |
Upon his chest a sigil and | |
Inverts death and the devil’s laws | |
Ignium imus nocte et consumimo igni | |
Vigna te, vigma temere me tangis et angis | |
Forta faterno culto mulli claudaris lament | |
Immare irate, in subata procella | |
Invoco te, marstra occulta stella | |
For when you | |
Even death will die | |
We spin around the night | |
Consumed by the fire | |
Cross thyself, you plague | |
And vex me without need | |
Even though consumed by fire | |
We spin around the night | |
In seas of wrath and sudden storms | |
I invoke thee | |
We spin around the night | |
Consumed by the fire | |
For when you should have danced | |
Even death will die | |
Even though consumed by fire | |
We spin around the night |
An ash painted chamber where death has been | |
A song of entrails strung upon a violin | |
On the brow, blood and sperm, with bile thinned | |
And sealed with Hecate' s nightshade kiss | |
Five live cats, into a pentagram pinned | |
To fuel their yowls, be they partly skinned | |
A will to call the reaper to seal the abyss | |
Where the halfeaten faces of Choronzon grin | |
And the deluge begins | |
As a wail runs its course | |
Defeat devours defiance | |
Life congeals, unhallowed | |
Stench billows | |
Raped into compliance | |
The strong force yields | |
To the redivider | |
Altars bleed their rotting sanctity | |
Aborted selves convulse | |
Retch momentity avulsed from bliss | |
The walls give way | |
To a trembling pandemonium | |
Nightmares flood the dying soul' s septic vision | |
Decrepit screams, extraneous and obitual | |
Gnosis through unbearability, psychosis by volition | |
This is not a happy ritual | |
Triumphantly | |
Entropy parades its mandibles | |
Tendons snap, bone rips from bone | |
Atrocity transfigures overthrown humanity | |
A scythed obscene apparition stands alone | |
Praise the descending dark | |
Praise limbo' s dripping vulva | |
Praise the perishing spark | |
That takes with it eternal life | |
Ignium imus nocte et consumimo igni | |
The acolytes shed blood devoutly | |
Dying slowly where they kneel | |
The figure reaches out | |
His clutches grab an easy meal | |
But as the fiend unvigilant, | |
Turns to feed, the master draws | |
Upon his chest a sigil and | |
Inverts death and the devil' s laws | |
Ignium imus nocte et consumimo igni | |
Vigna te, vigma temere me tangis et angis | |
Forta faterno culto mulli claudaris lament | |
Immare irate, in subata procella | |
Invoco te, marstra occulta stella | |
For when you | |
Even death will die | |
We spin around the night | |
Consumed by the fire | |
Cross thyself, you plague | |
And vex me without need | |
Even though consumed by fire | |
We spin around the night | |
In seas of wrath and sudden storms | |
I invoke thee | |
We spin around the night | |
Consumed by the fire | |
For when you should have danced | |
Even death will die | |
Even though consumed by fire | |
We spin around the night |
An ash painted chamber where death has been | |
A song of entrails strung upon a violin | |
On the brow, blood and sperm, with bile thinned | |
And sealed with Hecate' s nightshade kiss | |
Five live cats, into a pentagram pinned | |
To fuel their yowls, be they partly skinned | |
A will to call the reaper to seal the abyss | |
Where the halfeaten faces of Choronzon grin | |
And the deluge begins | |
As a wail runs its course | |
Defeat devours defiance | |
Life congeals, unhallowed | |
Stench billows | |
Raped into compliance | |
The strong force yields | |
To the redivider | |
Altars bleed their rotting sanctity | |
Aborted selves convulse | |
Retch momentity avulsed from bliss | |
The walls give way | |
To a trembling pandemonium | |
Nightmares flood the dying soul' s septic vision | |
Decrepit screams, extraneous and obitual | |
Gnosis through unbearability, psychosis by volition | |
This is not a happy ritual | |
Triumphantly | |
Entropy parades its mandibles | |
Tendons snap, bone rips from bone | |
Atrocity transfigures overthrown humanity | |
A scythed obscene apparition stands alone | |
Praise the descending dark | |
Praise limbo' s dripping vulva | |
Praise the perishing spark | |
That takes with it eternal life | |
Ignium imus nocte et consumimo igni | |
The acolytes shed blood devoutly | |
Dying slowly where they kneel | |
The figure reaches out | |
His clutches grab an easy meal | |
But as the fiend unvigilant, | |
Turns to feed, the master draws | |
Upon his chest a sigil and | |
Inverts death and the devil' s laws | |
Ignium imus nocte et consumimo igni | |
Vigna te, vigma temere me tangis et angis | |
Forta faterno culto mulli claudaris lament | |
Immare irate, in subata procella | |
Invoco te, marstra occulta stella | |
For when you | |
Even death will die | |
We spin around the night | |
Consumed by the fire | |
Cross thyself, you plague | |
And vex me without need | |
Even though consumed by fire | |
We spin around the night | |
In seas of wrath and sudden storms | |
I invoke thee | |
We spin around the night | |
Consumed by the fire | |
For when you should have danced | |
Even death will die | |
Even though consumed by fire | |
We spin around the night |