Paroles de In Celebration of the Angel Corpses

The wings of a black damnation the blades impale the whore this rightious infestation breeding weakness in us all their wrists are slashed to etch pentagrams drawn within their flowing blood I've inflicted myself with pain to envoke his awful name fermenting and rotting, the heavens are crying their innards will dry for their flesh shell has died from living to dead to the grave they'll succumb conform unto death and dissolve into dust cadaveric, now they lie, the earth their final home as endo parasites oblige and set their course on which to grow time will take its toll, and drip away their skin rots beseiged its carrion feast and laviditys set in chorus misanthropic autopsy, angelic diagrams are drawn charnell structures petrified, mausoleums for the lost silenced in their death to serve a higher purpose