The black tears of the earth run
Between the sobs of the funeral of the world
And the winds loaded with moans
Between acid memories of yesteryear, like today
In the howl of the inquisition, in the nuclear breath of desolation
In the clash of swords, in the thunder of cannons
In the fire that devastates the fields, in the plague that eats away at the beasts
Black spring musty; blackened eternal winter
The cry that decorates the gray skies
Between the wounds of the firmament
And the mourning that blackens my soul
Between the crystals of past memories
In the twilight of victories, in the glory of starvation
Between mountains of mud and silt, between stones, bones and feces
In the night sky illuminated, by the angels who anticipate the end
Withered gloomy spring, it is the perpetual funeral of the world.
I beheld the overwhelm of streams, and their waters as they fell
I beheld the pillars in yore built, and their crumbling remains
I foretold this plague I wield, and awaited eagerly with my arms open
As foreseen I accepted my fate; and dug up a grave in a henbane grove
The scorching pressure that burns your insides, is not oblivious to me
And the calm of the falling sunlight, does not delights me less
The scars you wield, the pain you dream; the weapon I choose, what I recall
The blood I spill, that feeds the fields; the groan I sing, thou hear as thunder
Perfect is the way of pain when your choice is war
Eternal anger, the hanging hunger; the sacrament of death
A race is weltering in the urine of the beast; rape thee forth with savage strength
Behold the eternal pain, sing the litany.
Sin we choose, as sinners we walk; poisoned are the streams we bleed
Far beyond, beyond the mountains of caskets
An altar is built; flanked by the oracles of an impossible vision
Carry your pride beyond; for you must hold your weapons as you hold your will
A race is weltering in the urine of the beast; guide them lightless for blind is their way
Behold the eternal pain, sing the litany.
A race is bleeding by the scars of the beast; drive them towards the highest of prides
Behold their eternal pain, sing the litany.
credits
released September 5, 2022
Funerale Del Mondo was recorded, mixed and mastered by San Nicola Impostore. Vocals by Gevaudan The Lawless.
The Swirling Allure Of Poisoned Blood was recorded and mixed by Gevaudan The Lawless, and mastered by San Nicola Impostore.
Artwork by BMS Illustration and NR (Esercito Della Chiesa Dorata).
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