From The Devil's Tomb 歌词

God of archaic evil: We bow to thy splendor We cower in thy presence – silent, bleeding Primordial gnostic fountain: We succumb to thy wisdom Our hearts burn in elation by thine unfolding mysteries Preachers of the good word embrace the children Cries of innocence are drowned by coarse hands So we lurk in the shadows - heaving, seething They fulfill thy will, so it is done! From the rosaries drip sweat and unripe blood Of the tender flesh, that quiver in pain O, throbbing salvation… Gentle words Flock of redemption, deliverance divine Cadence fury Venomous fire! Arise my lord Through the mortem pyre! And pull me under The earth asunder Into the devil’s tomb! The devil’s tomb Is a temple of faith A church of persuasion A mosque of blind devotion ‘Tis where he anoints The seekers of tehom Architects of jahannaum Prophets of the earth Within this kingdom Arise no conceptions Nor any assertions Of man’s diktat; yet Pillars of arrogance Volitions of pride Icons of asceticism Sing his praise in unison From the devil’s tomb! God of archaic evil: We bow to thy splendor We cower in thy presence – silent, bleeding Primordial gnostic fountain: We succumb to thy wisdom Our hearts burn in elation by thine unfolding mysteries Thy grace forever felt: Stigma diabolicum At the halls of redemption, in the tears of the blind Providence hath revealed thy ubiquitous assertion Flawless manifestation in the deeds of the insane