Pray For Us You Infernal Lords

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Another piece about an evildoer's lament.

Submitted: August 06, 2018

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You alone have suffered the fall and torment of shame
 
A victim of the divine game
 
I'll smite Heaven's golden pride
 
When the sinners go on their blackened ride
 
And never shall I pity thee
 
For you set us free
 
Morningstar of Elohim and Immaculate divine
 
Help us purge the holy swine
 
None dare to stand in your way
 
For art thou we kill and flay
 
Thou bow to none
 
Slayer of moons and suns
 
 
Of Eden's feculence we conjure the serpent deceiver
 
A rite of dark and night for your risen believers
 
Saviour in decay
 
For you we grant this unholy day
 
Concord in temptation
 
We act without any hesitation
 
And in the fall of Eve
 
They shall be brittle as the autumn leaves
 
For thine is the kingdom and the power
 
As you blossom from infernal chains like an unholy flower
 
For thine is the kingdom and the glory
 
There is no end to your story
 
Scholar am I of the unlight
 
Forever basking in your blight
 
Great volcano of fire
 
Rippling eager to erupt and give dread and dire
 
Reconstellate the firmament and behold the great accuser
 
The divine power who calls thou the abuser
 
 
A megalinga of throbbing zeal
 
 
We shall wage a black crusade with unholy steel
 
 
Raptor yearning to pierce,
 
 
We shall fight heaven oh so fierce,
 
 
To rape the seventh seal and destroy their false church
 
 
Implore the antigods and Implode the sun in the lands of Northern birch
 
 
There is none wronging the serpent's call
 
 
We stand only to see the false divine's fall
 
Untouched and ignored and with the serpent's might
 
 
We shall deliver to them the eternal night
 
 
And the trumpets blow
 
 
When Archangel Gabriel shows
 
 
In the shadow ov the horns
 
 
Armageddon shall be born
 
 
Lightning that stabs the heavens
 
 
Crack all seals of seven
 
 
Thou quiver the mount Sinai and split rocks on tablets of covenant
 
 
Begin thy rugged ascent
 
 
Listen for the tempest's rasp
 
Power is within your grasp
 
 
Azazel and Apolyon the black suns that never set
 
 
Waiting below to see revenge met
 
 
For they have arose
 
 
Flowering like an infernal rose
 
 
Ave Satanas, and Santa Sede burns
 
 
It is now the dark's turn
 
 
Viva blasfemia and ignis infinitus the believers chant and scream
 
 
For the meek it is some dark dream
 
 
Bleeding from black holes
 
 
 
The sacrfice achieves its goal
 
 
Now thou horns caress,
 
 
We leave Sanctus Terra a mess
 
 
A land ruled by the unborn
 
 
And whom God mourns
 
 
 
 
 


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