Deathspell Omega - Abscission lyrics
[Deathspell Omega - Abscission lyrics]
The depths of abjection, a throne of manure
But even during the
Ecstasies of beatification
It is by no means possible to separate them
The den of serpents
The knot of vipers corruption-bred
And the blazing spirit of
The mystic heaven above
Angel browed with brass
Wreathed by a halo, sublime and infinite
Tunneled by vermin
Feverish miasmas and a silent canticle
Implemini Spiritu Sancto
The scorching heat of the
Furnace inside galvanizes
A grapevine whose roots sink deep
Far into the arteries
In contemplation the Lord of
Harvests long gone
Shall murmur obscene wonders to those
Who ate the grape
Desperately feeding the empty void
Growing on innocent blood
The stronger and the greater
In ruthless rigour, in funeral glee
Implemini Spiritu Sancto
The foam of nausea slowly rising to the teeth
Yes! Truly adorned with the
Grim regalia of perdition
I shall hold high a bowl
Of gems of unseen radiance
Enveloping spirit and will
In seraphic rapture
O deformity, hear the weeping prayers
Arise from rot, be my child! Be my promise!
The nebulae in the superior sky
Howled like a starving hound
Aboyeurs de dieu! Aboyeurs de Dieu!
Implemini Spiritu Sancto
But even during the
Ecstasies of beatification
It is by no means possible to separate them
The den of serpents
The knot of vipers corruption-bred
And the blazing spirit of
The mystic heaven above
Angel browed with brass
Wreathed by a halo, sublime and infinite
Tunneled by vermin
Feverish miasmas and a silent canticle
Implemini Spiritu Sancto
The scorching heat of the
Furnace inside galvanizes
A grapevine whose roots sink deep
Far into the arteries
In contemplation the Lord of
Harvests long gone
Shall murmur obscene wonders to those
Who ate the grape
Desperately feeding the empty void
Growing on innocent blood
The stronger and the greater
In ruthless rigour, in funeral glee
Implemini Spiritu Sancto
The foam of nausea slowly rising to the teeth
Yes! Truly adorned with the
Grim regalia of perdition
I shall hold high a bowl
Of gems of unseen radiance
Enveloping spirit and will
In seraphic rapture
O deformity, hear the weeping prayers
Arise from rot, be my child! Be my promise!
The nebulae in the superior sky
Howled like a starving hound
Aboyeurs de dieu! Aboyeurs de Dieu!
Implemini Spiritu Sancto