Let My Blood Become His Flesh - Azarath

White pale horses swept the land of degradation

Ghouls of war and decimation spilled the blood

Gallows embrace the prophets of the fallen kingdom

Rotten heavens weep for genocide

Genocide!

Genocide!

Genocide!

Genocide!

Genocide!

Genocide!

Vultures float above the rotting sea of carrion

Black robed phantoms pray to the gods below

Dark horizon storms with pyroclastic clouds

Somber chimneys breathe with furnace fyre

Wind blows and rips the shroud apart

Into the darkness I fall

In sin I leave the world behind

Blinded by grace that will set me free

I’m a dreamer

Let my spirit wander to the spheres of the damned triangle

I’m a blasphemer

Praying for salvation

I’m a dreamer

God’s forsaken me

Razor fucked my veins

Let the blood run free

Sacrifical candies burn

Raise the devil’s host

Blessed with seven sins, let my blood become his flesh!

The new path to the labyrinths of hell

Leads me through the fell woods of time

Where I meander in the abyss of the space unborn

The night is dark and cold

Stench of freezing blood

Ritual is done

Raise the devil’s host

Blessed with deadly sins

For my blood became his flesh

Amen