Call forth all horrors and forms, evoken in the Dis, Dis, Dis. Apocalyptic destroyer, mocking the past, present and future. Impaling all the secret spheres, crucified into stagnation. I silently stood by, as petrified. Like a vision it came to me. Painted before my eyes, art so obscure. All before it was nothing but an illusion. "The Fool fed the jackal heads with the souls of the fearful, and their essence...feasted the snakes like upon death, truly." Only, and Only, in submission the souls once manifested. Now their hate clothe them in parody. Like a deity of mischief disguised as valour. The gaping maw open wide, deeper into the stygian embrace. Closer to the edge, in the bowels of hell. To the bottomless arms, past the teeth of the damned. Souls, harmageddon. "And digested they shall burn... To a complete ruin. Their fall will never end."
Best gorephilia song.
Call forth all horrors and forms,
evoken in the Dis, Dis, Dis.
Apocalyptic destroyer,
mocking the past, present and future.
Impaling all the secret spheres,
crucified into stagnation.
I silently stood by, as petrified.
Like a vision it came to me.
Painted before my eyes, art so obscure.
All before it was nothing but an illusion.
"The Fool fed the jackal heads
with the souls of the fearful,
and their essence...feasted the snakes
like upon death, truly."
Only, and Only,
in submission the souls once manifested.
Now their hate clothe them in parody.
Like a deity of mischief disguised as valour.
The gaping maw open wide,
deeper into the stygian embrace.
Closer to the edge,
in the bowels of hell.
To the bottomless arms,
past the teeth of the damned.
Souls, harmageddon.
"And digested
they shall burn...
To a complete ruin.
Their fall will never end."