Watain - From the Pulpits of Abomination lyrics

The demons astir within the ruined
Temples of our flesh
Are no less real than those whose
Voices echoes through the starless abyss
No less cruel their nature
No less harmful their intent
Of sinful seed, of soiled womb
Circling the five wings throughout eternities

And in a tomb beneath the pyramid of faith
As a crown lain at their feet
Behold the pillaged and impure remains
Of a god who failed
Guarded by the giant pillars to be
Moved by the Devil alone
For they are the stones of the
Throne of christ which He swallowed
And exhaled unto earth as his own! ICHTUS!
Thine gills art dried!
Iesous Christos Theou Uios Soter
Where there was heart shall be vertebra
For your children have been led astray!
ICHTUS! Quench thine thirst with my urine
Warm as love it shall rinse through
The salt in your lungs for the thirst of the
Desert strangles all senses
Tempted art thou and noone can resist Him
None!

For what is the worth of a godless
Prophet whose tounge since long has dried
In completeness bereft from grace?
Through milleniums tormented by the eternal
Eye and it's piercing vigilance
Doomed to fail, for what hope can you ignite
In their forsaken hearts?
When in deluge thou art fallen
Your scriptures are altered and your doctrine
Rewritten in blood?

What unity in tribes long scattered?
What glory and hope in a
Cross that is shattered?
Hark! The mourning wails of
Defeat echoes throughout centuries!

The horns of the baphomet in
The wounds of jesus thrice
An alligeance of flesh and steel
Unto which titan altar we all kneel
Hark! The reversed words of Yahwe
From the pulpit's of abomination!
See him now possessed and reborn
The fallen messiah alight
At the burning crest of the
Serpent's spiral smiling in confusion
Fear all ye faithful for no longer on
His forehead a crown of thorns
In the shadow of the bloodstained cross
Christ has risen with horns!

ICHTUS! Iniquitys mystery revealed!
Iesous Christos Theou Uios Soter
Where there was thorns shall be
The horns of a goat
For neither in life or in
Death are they absent! ICHTUS!
The greatest of creations laid to waste!
Malformed and depraved limbless nothingness
Son of a whore two nails in your hands for
Both father and son and in the dirt of your
Feet piercing the holy spirit