Deathspell Omega - II lyrics
[Deathspell Omega - II lyrics]
(In abstracto echange du Vide
Ecce lignum Crucis
In quo salus mundi pependit)
Therefore, God honors the sword so highly
That He calls it His own ordinance
And will not have men say
Or imagine that they have invented
It or instituted it
For the hand that wields this sword
And slays with it is then
No more man's hand, but God's
And it is not man
But God, who hangs, tortures, beheads
Slays and fights
All these are His work and His judgments
Plerosis, answering the strident
Call of felony
Filling the void of purity gone instantly
Instigating manifold quadrants of
Industrialized death
An avid Moloch, never satiated
An endless Feast following the principle of
Reversibility of merit's
Shattering up the Word
As Pillars of grayish Soulfire spurt
Out to a bereaved firmament
I am the son of Man, and
This in erring reason's spite, is my pride
War, be enthroned
A form of divine retribution! Executioner
Be sacred, agent of divine Providence!
Man, lost somewhere between
The restrictive force
Of Cain and the expansive force of Abel
Falls from his median position
Between Angel and Beast
Each time he ceases to desire
A being superior to himself
Adam's descent into materiality
May it be questioned
The separating line between the
Saved and the Damned may it be questioned
If there is to be a multiplicity of forms
Can one thing be worse
Unless another is better
Or one be better unless another is worse
Those who would eliminate the worse
From the universe would eliminate
Providence it'self
Interrogate the patterns of
The prophetic mode
Perceive the two faces of the Divine
And shed the just, divine retribution
Quantified, a suppurating cross
Alike in blood and scoria
(Qual und Tod bringt dieser Sang
Der ihn bestürmt
Sein Herze zerreißt, Sinne zerstört
"L'Esprit du Seigneur ne se promène
Pas seulement dans les cimetières
Ceux qui Le connaissent peuvent
Le rencontrer partout, fût-ce en enfer
Et Il dit Lui-même que le
Feu marche devant Sa Face!")
Microcosm the details of a burning body
Vivid and morbid
Flaming eyes perceived through
A virtuous glance
A swollen tongue protruding through
The nasal apertures, hanging lips bruised
Teeth overcome with rot
Long arms that hang down to
The feet and odors foul
Explicit is the belief that God permit's his
Creatures to be reviled and scorned
And that this is their only means of
Salvation means of
Salvation!
Thesaurus Ecclesiae
The memory of a stagnant and somber vale
Inhabited by ethereal purity
Violet and blood-red crucifixes
Sulfurous shrines and red-glowing demonism
Thou shalt bringeth the chalice of
Divine wrath and final consummation
To thine lips, and drink with confidence
Tell me, sweet child
Why are tears rolling from your eyes?
Ecce lignum Crucis
In quo salus mundi pependit)
Therefore, God honors the sword so highly
That He calls it His own ordinance
And will not have men say
Or imagine that they have invented
It or instituted it
For the hand that wields this sword
And slays with it is then
No more man's hand, but God's
And it is not man
But God, who hangs, tortures, beheads
Slays and fights
All these are His work and His judgments
Plerosis, answering the strident
Call of felony
Filling the void of purity gone instantly
Instigating manifold quadrants of
Industrialized death
An avid Moloch, never satiated
An endless Feast following the principle of
Reversibility of merit's
Shattering up the Word
As Pillars of grayish Soulfire spurt
Out to a bereaved firmament
I am the son of Man, and
This in erring reason's spite, is my pride
War, be enthroned
A form of divine retribution! Executioner
Be sacred, agent of divine Providence!
Man, lost somewhere between
The restrictive force
Of Cain and the expansive force of Abel
Falls from his median position
Between Angel and Beast
Each time he ceases to desire
A being superior to himself
Adam's descent into materiality
May it be questioned
The separating line between the
Saved and the Damned may it be questioned
If there is to be a multiplicity of forms
Can one thing be worse
Unless another is better
Or one be better unless another is worse
Those who would eliminate the worse
From the universe would eliminate
Providence it'self
Interrogate the patterns of
The prophetic mode
Perceive the two faces of the Divine
And shed the just, divine retribution
Quantified, a suppurating cross
Alike in blood and scoria
(Qual und Tod bringt dieser Sang
Der ihn bestürmt
Sein Herze zerreißt, Sinne zerstört
"L'Esprit du Seigneur ne se promène
Pas seulement dans les cimetières
Ceux qui Le connaissent peuvent
Le rencontrer partout, fût-ce en enfer
Et Il dit Lui-même que le
Feu marche devant Sa Face!")
Microcosm the details of a burning body
Vivid and morbid
Flaming eyes perceived through
A virtuous glance
A swollen tongue protruding through
The nasal apertures, hanging lips bruised
Teeth overcome with rot
Long arms that hang down to
The feet and odors foul
Explicit is the belief that God permit's his
Creatures to be reviled and scorned
And that this is their only means of
Salvation means of
Salvation!
Thesaurus Ecclesiae
The memory of a stagnant and somber vale
Inhabited by ethereal purity
Violet and blood-red crucifixes
Sulfurous shrines and red-glowing demonism
Thou shalt bringeth the chalice of
Divine wrath and final consummation
To thine lips, and drink with confidence
Tell me, sweet child
Why are tears rolling from your eyes?