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

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