Abscission 歌词

	…The depths of abjection, a throne of manure
	But even during the ecstasies of beatification
	It is by no means possible to separate them
	The den of serpents, the knot of vipers corruption-bred
	And the balzing spirit of the mystic heaven above
	Angel browed with brass
	Wreathed by a halo, sublime and infinite
	Tunneled by vermin
	…Feverish miasmas and a silent canticle…
	Implemini Spiritu Sancto
	The scorching heat of the furnace inside galvanizes
	A grapevine whose roots sink deep, far into the arteries
	In contemplation the Lord of harvests long gone
	Shall murmur obscene wonders to those who ate the grape
	Desperately feeding the empty void
	Growing on innocent blood, the stronger and the greater
	In ruthless rigour, in funeral glee
	Implemini Spiritu Sancto
	The foam of nausea slowly rising to the teeth
	Yes! Truly adorned with the grim regalia of perdition
	I shall hold high a bowl of gems of unseen radiance
	Enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture
	O deformity, hear the weeping prayers
	Arise from rot, be my child! Be my promise!
	The nebulae in the superior sky howled like a starving hound
	Aboyeurs de dieu! Aboyeurs de Dieu!
	Implemini Spiritu Sancto

	The depths of abjection, a throne of manure
	But even during the ecstasies of beatification
	It is by no means possible to separate them
	The den of serpents, the knot of vipers corruptionbred
	And the balzing spirit of the mystic heaven above
	Angel browed with brass
	Wreathed by a halo, sublime and infinite
	Tunneled by vermin
	Feverish miasmas and a silent canticle
	Implemini Spiritu Sancto
	The scorching heat of the furnace inside galvanizes
	A grapevine whose roots sink deep, far into the arteries
	In contemplation the Lord of harvests long gone
	Shall murmur obscene wonders to those who ate the grape
	Desperately feeding the empty void
	Growing on innocent blood, the stronger and the greater
	In ruthless rigour, in funeral glee
	Implemini Spiritu Sancto
	The foam of nausea slowly rising to the teeth
	Yes! Truly adorned with the grim regalia of perdition
	I shall hold high a bowl of gems of unseen radiance
	Enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture
	O deformity, hear the weeping prayers
	Arise from rot, be my child! Be my promise!
	The nebulae in the superior sky howled like a starving hound
	Aboyeurs de dieu! Aboyeurs de Dieu!
	Implemini Spiritu Sancto

	The depths of abjection, a throne of manure
	But even during the ecstasies of beatification
	It is by no means possible to separate them
	The den of serpents, the knot of vipers corruptionbred
	And the balzing spirit of the mystic heaven above
	Angel browed with brass
	Wreathed by a halo, sublime and infinite
	Tunneled by vermin
	Feverish miasmas and a silent canticle
	Implemini Spiritu Sancto
	The scorching heat of the furnace inside galvanizes
	A grapevine whose roots sink deep, far into the arteries
	In contemplation the Lord of harvests long gone
	Shall murmur obscene wonders to those who ate the grape
	Desperately feeding the empty void
	Growing on innocent blood, the stronger and the greater
	In ruthless rigour, in funeral glee
	Implemini Spiritu Sancto
	The foam of nausea slowly rising to the teeth
	Yes! Truly adorned with the grim regalia of perdition
	I shall hold high a bowl of gems of unseen radiance
	Enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture
	O deformity, hear the weeping prayers
	Arise from rot, be my child! Be my promise!
	The nebulae in the superior sky howled like a starving hound
	Aboyeurs de dieu! Aboyeurs de Dieu!
	Implemini Spiritu Sancto

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