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    Arkhon Infaustus

    The Fifth Inquisitor

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    Let them all come to me, infamous lethargy
    Bestowing the black scourge upon all abominations
    The red light of abhorrence shines and turns the vaults into heavens
    Cursing from the pool of mutilation we adore the birth of those chosen soulless
    Suffering archangel, sacrament of the suicidal door
    Bless the whore lust divine, concrete concept of Satan
    Rebellions illumination where once stood the eternal light of emptiness
    And I call upon all redempters, the grand scourge of revelations
    The altar reveals the black bishop, obscene and grotesque pantomime
    Holding the dead child with greed, he stands and claims the rights of the flesh
    Hear the riders hurt in the three locks of the circle
    I am the claws of the filth, prophesising the past
    Praying for mercy, receiving the absurd flesh before its ghastly fecundation
    And they all come to me, and answers resounds in nothingness
    For the fifth inquisitor has arrived
    Decayed tides of glory reappears from remnants of the black plague
    And the hollow spirits trapped in carnal memories rebel
    Caricatures of angels smile with disgust on the stained glass windows
    To offer grotesque understanding to the gathered ones
    Here come from the scars of eternal war perverse mihole ianb
    From the once dead now alive one is broken the seventh seat
    In rapture his skin become the key to the bottomless pit
    Death always comes too late to the ones suffering pain
    Angels of sickness blow into each of the horns
    Raising the cult of abominations of the read sea
    Rising the judge, drinking the vials of revelation
    The wine of whoredom reeks the filth that scarves us
    Followed by King Abaddon I will destroy the open book
    And tear down the voice of the mighty one
    As all with admire my arts, the scourge will follows the twice horned lamb
    And set my name to total adoration hearing the words spoken by my icons
    They drink from the never healing wound upon the purest of my heads
    [ The Fifth Inquisitor Lyrics ]
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