Song | Abscission |
Artist | Deathspell Omega |
Album | Paracletus |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
…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 |