Texty piesní Arkhon Infaustus

Arkhon Infaustus

The Fifth Inquisitor

Let them all come to me, infamous lethargy

Bestowing the black scourge upon all abominations

The red light of abhorrence shines and turns the vaults into heavens

Cursing from the pool of mutilation we adore the birth of those chosen soulless

Suffering archangel, sacrament of the suicidal door

Bless the whore lust divine, concrete concept of Satan

Rebellions illumination where once stood the eternal light of emptiness

And I call upon all redempters, the grand scourge of revelations

The altar reveals the black bishop, obscene and grotesque pantomime

Holding the dead child with greed, he stands and claims the rights of the flesh

Hear the riders hurt in the three locks of the circle

I am the claws of the filth, prophesising the past

Praying for mercy, receiving the absurd flesh before it's ghastly fecundation

And they all come to me, and answers resounds in nothingness

For the fifth inquisitor has arrived

Decayed tides of glory reappears from remnants of the black plague

And the hollow spirits trapped in carnal memories rebel

Caricatures of angels smile with disgust on the stained glass windows

To offer grotesque understanding to the gathered ones

Here come from the scars of eternal war perverse mihole ian'b

From the once dead now alive one is broken the seventh seat

In rapture his skin become the key to the bottomless pit

Death always comes too late to the ones suffering pain

Angels of sickness blow into each of the horns

Raising the cult of abominations of the read sea

Rising the judge, drinking the vials of revelation

The wine of whoredom reeks the filth that scarves us

Followed by King Abaddon I will destroy the open book

And tear down the voice of the mighty one

As all with admire my arts, the scourge will follows the twice horned lamb

And set my name to total adoration hearing the words spoken by my icons

They drink from the never healing wound upon the purest of my heads