He Is Risen - Akercocke

Dark Prince Lucifer is risen

Proclaiming the age of Satan

Chanting, divine Enchiridion

From the ancient days of Talmud

«Can this be the fearsome Jehovah?

Who whispers the great name of God

Bought low before his flock

By the pounding of bone on flesh»

Witness thornful coronation

His disciples cry in derision

As nails puncture soft flesh

The crowd jeers at the Nazerene

Necyomancy, the sign of the flame

Sever the external cortex

Of faith in false idols

«I acquiesce with no idol of yours

This king of slaves and the weak»

Antichrist

Quintessence of universal truth

Like a sandstorm forming in gehenna

And the heat of the desert plains

Gracile diabolus Goatlord

Angelic, awesome sublime source

What was and is to be

Sours the holyland

The cruel heat has cracked

The land, it’s a full moon over you

The wings of Lucifer

Caress black serge

Sarmassation — Osculation

The blood is warm and salt

Sister

I push my evil between your legs

Face of an angel twisted and lust