Dysangelium piosenki

Aries within a circle, drawn with the embers of cremated flesh. Paint the third eye between his brows, cense him with the smell of ebony leaves. Behead the beast and the ritual commences, open up your veins, mix the blood together, let yourself fall onto th...

I gave birth into the darkness of Null, where once ruled nothing there shall be planted my seed. Evergrowing desire for Sin. Inside you dwells what you neglect since birth, a thought of absolute blasphemy. Watered by tears of a mislead soul, I harvest the...

The end is crowned with chaos, welcome death as salvation. Elder gods of armaggedon arise from their slumber. Deepest pits birthing creations, distorted shades of the thousand-eyed lord. Feeding on the brightest day to the blackest night eternally. The life...

I offer you three living doves, my sacrifice, black ink stains their feathers, as I write on them the curse of your twin-tongued daughter, consecrated as I gave what you asked from me. Mother, who hides behind untainted shrouds, walk with me through the petr...

Circles, squares, triangles, the symbols of magick Candles, swords, goblets, the tools for rituals. Henbane, incense, embers, the ingredients for trance. Blood, milk, oil, the offerings for sacrifice. Follow me, through the four gateways of the life-drain...

I have seen the face of god, I heeded his call. Oh father, why do I have to wander the desert? Expulsed from enlightment, carried forth by the winds, I am alone. Renounced from hope, no purpose to serve. And then I witnessed creation of his sevencrowned...

Murmura, the whisper of the dead. Speak to me, speak of me, progenitor, I conjured you to tell me secrets of the other side. Will I endure what I'm about to learn? Or will I suffer under what lies beneath? Horrors or beauty, so close together. The cycle....

Centuries ago I summoned the demons to build the obelisk. Centuries ago I harvested souls to build the obelisk. Living obsidian monolith for the son of the lion, the bearer of the seven crowns. A place of worship for the devotees of a newborn religion....

I was told of the divination, as He rose from his charred throne, wields a weapon, His tongue like a whip, His words like flames, blazing from His mouth. I am not your father, but your brother I am I am as you, been cast from my place, in everyone I walk...