From The Devil's Tomb Lyrics & Chords By Weapon

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.