Now ye still hearts rent open wide | |
When violently seized by unseen hidden hands | |
Agape are the sanctified gates of Chaos | |
To drown in the black-tongued Abyssos | |
Beyond and beneath the stygian shadows | |
Whose suffocating aether bites with serpent fangs | |
Where no light treads | |
Chaos fill my presence with thy grace, with thy dread | |
A whisper of feet falls broken | |
As the Maelstrom awaits for Chaos to open | |
I invoke Chaos’ deathly vapours | |
To fill the throat, to empty the sight | |
Whose black and bloody waters | |
Now take thy possession of a quietist heart | |
In the shadows we tread the way | |
In the shadows to rise in flames | |
To fill the chalice of my lungs | |
Barren of peace my spirit vowed | |
With drafts of blazing pain and hate | |
For in Chaos I now drown, to chaos I shall bow | |
I have opened wide the gates | |
Proudly I enter | |
A man become beast | |
A god become disease |
Now ye still hearts rent open wide | |
When violently seized by unseen hidden hands | |
Agape are the sanctified gates of Chaos | |
To drown in the blacktongued Abyssos | |
Beyond and beneath the stygian shadows | |
Whose suffocating aether bites with serpent fangs | |
Where no light treads | |
Chaos fill my presence with thy grace, with thy dread | |
A whisper of feet falls broken | |
As the Maelstrom awaits for Chaos to open | |
I invoke Chaos' deathly vapours | |
To fill the throat, to empty the sight | |
Whose black and bloody waters | |
Now take thy possession of a quietist heart | |
In the shadows we tread the way | |
In the shadows to rise in flames | |
To fill the chalice of my lungs | |
Barren of peace my spirit vowed | |
With drafts of blazing pain and hate | |
For in Chaos I now drown, to chaos I shall bow | |
I have opened wide the gates | |
Proudly I enter | |
A man become beast | |
A god become disease |
Now ye still hearts rent open wide | |
When violently seized by unseen hidden hands | |
Agape are the sanctified gates of Chaos | |
To drown in the blacktongued Abyssos | |
Beyond and beneath the stygian shadows | |
Whose suffocating aether bites with serpent fangs | |
Where no light treads | |
Chaos fill my presence with thy grace, with thy dread | |
A whisper of feet falls broken | |
As the Maelstrom awaits for Chaos to open | |
I invoke Chaos' deathly vapours | |
To fill the throat, to empty the sight | |
Whose black and bloody waters | |
Now take thy possession of a quietist heart | |
In the shadows we tread the way | |
In the shadows to rise in flames | |
To fill the chalice of my lungs | |
Barren of peace my spirit vowed | |
With drafts of blazing pain and hate | |
For in Chaos I now drown, to chaos I shall bow | |
I have opened wide the gates | |
Proudly I enter | |
A man become beast | |
A god become disease |