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Death Magick for Adepts

Come distortured artists bitter things seek meaning

Even if they're madness to behold

Once forbears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming

Now nightmares waken souls that fear the living's tollGova Bosch and Brueghel three times

Moon wise stain thy graves

For words alone are at loss to trace

The face of today's inhuman wraithOne half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery

The other a mask of rich red lips

Whetted by the fevers of belief and greedAll damned in this inferno where virgil averts his eyes

From the black mass mutual gang rape

Of ceasing hands an forced dividesTrespass these seven gates to a world blood let to shades

Where seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master's race

In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon

Chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faeces to pearl their crossEnter penteholocaust

Five aeons past yet still man grasps

At final straws to save his castHis lord is a leper we shall not want he betrayed us with white lies

His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside

Gutted like fool's paradise gutted on cruel appetitesHolding court to chaos holding to far graver arms

A downfall fatal to all resounds

As orgies peak in self centered psalmsAnd nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings

A bleak scorched earth necrotica burning

Like the robes we've torn from herShe begs us lay her pain to rest

Lest we are left with nothingness

Save for her stripped and ravished fleshAnd if her fate is not portent of apocalypse

Then the comets that graxe nightskies

We'll surely cleanse of wrongs and rights

When you and I and all else diesIt's rotting down this carcass maggotropolis

Interdependent as worms to the grave

Allah's true name is naught Christ cannot save

Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps

Spells of regret death magick for adeptsBe prepared to fulfill prophecies

The glorious fall of a sin dynasty

Glutted like fool's paradise, glutted on cruel appetitesWe've woven hearts a thorn arbour

Left tear streaked reason upon the shore

And bereft of compass star or more set out for this world's end

Few at the prow most slave below painting coal a perfect goldBut for all it's worth the engines slow dead in the brine again

Come cabin fever sodomy on the bounty prey to phallus seas

That hiss and foam to douse disease a storm roars on the way

Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by death in darkwood glades

Our ship of fools all boards handmade sinks dashed by seismic waves

Songwriters

ALLENDER, PAUL JAMES / DAVEY, DANI / EAGLESTONE, ROBIN MARK / ERLANDSSON, ADRIAN PAUL / PIRAS, GIANPIERO GUISEPPE / POWELL, MARTIN F.Published by

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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