| 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 |