Nile - The Black Hand of Set lyrics
[Nile - The Black Hand of Set lyrics]
Hath eaten unlawful Flesh upon our Brethren
They have Feasted seed of our Father
We must now Avenge
In secret conclave we Gather
To rain Destruction on those Whom
We have Cursed
With vile Black Arts and Tempestuous Rage
We vent our Wrath red Blood stains my Hands
And damns my Soul
You will drink the Black Soerm
Of my Vengeance
The Mighty Voices of my Vegeance
Smash the Stillness of the Air
And stand as Monoliths of Wrath
Upon a plan of writhing Sepents
I call upon the messengers of Doom
To slash with Grim Delight
This Victim I hath Chosen
Feed upon his Brain Pulp rend his Throat
Pierce his Lungs with the
Strings of Scorpions oh Kali
Oh Sekhment oh Dagon
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