For The Slaughter 歌词

You shall burn in the pits of fire f Or you have been cursed by the sun You shall suffer, upon the hand Of your God thine self has thy ultimate end Thine orifices scalded and sealed shut upon thy self Sacred marks are scarred By way of salt and dagger thy own flesh Scorned by infinite misanthropy By the gods on words you die willingly cast To the depths of the chambers Praying for this honour, to favour thy emperors Morning arises the time has come thine blood will flow Crowded by impatience, as your ascent to the sacrificial pillar Where thine self is cast lashed flagellants Follow to the peak of the crest top This slaughter is of honour thy death is splendour Thy pain is great thy pleasure is exceedable Pleasing as thine servant to the mighty kings Bound to the Tinder praises all around My body for the slaughter I lay my flesh down I lay my flesh down you shall burn in the pits of fire For thy time has come to die die