BLASPHEMER LYRICS

1. Devouring Deception

"Qui pridie quam pateretur
accepit panum in sanctus ac venerabtles manus suas
et elevatis ocults in caelum ad te Duem
Patrem omnipotentem tibt grattas agens
benedixit fregit deditque discipults suis
dicens: accipite et manducate ex hoc omnes
Hoc est enim corpus meum"

[English translation:
Who the day before he suffered took bread into his holy and venerable hands.
And with his eyes lifted up to heaven unto thee, God, his almighty Father.
Giving thanks to thee, he blessed.
Brake and gave to his disciples saying:
Take and eat ye all of this.
For this is my Body.]

Devour the deception
Ritual teophagy
Corrupted feeding
Lurks in your flesh
Fed by hypocrisy
Keeper of the deceit
Bringer of the plague
Now you can see...spread the word
Lie
Contagious seed
Of a stern plant
Cursed spawn
Prematurely buried
Soul
Is safe
Life is
Condemned
Flesh and blood
Cross and crown
Fraud dethroned
Utopia
Of a higher realm
Obsolete teachings
Trapped you in
Sacrificial body
Offered to the naught
His blood won't rise you
His word won't comfort
Death had won
God is defeated
There is no consolation
There is no redemption
The end hangs over all
The only redemption
Will be granted
By the worms
The only fate of the body
Is to stiffen and become cold
Death has won
Church teaches
Church preaches
Lies

2. Let Him Bleed (On The Inverted Cross)

Unworthy to die as your own prophet
Disdain the mimic of a false god's death
The wood is planted
Firmly in the ground
The feet turned to the sun
Your head pointed to hell
Your sky's now a desolated
Land
You will stretch out your hands
And another will dress you
And take you where you do not want to go
Let him bleed
On the inverted cross
Won't be a loss

"Cum esses lunior. cingebas te et ambulabas ubi volebas. Cum autem senuens extendes manus tuas et alus te cinget et ducet quo tu non vjs"

You will stretch out your hands
And embrace your useless death
A pool of your own blood
Will crown your head
Let him profusely bleed
Let him ingloriously bleed
Let him fucking bleed
Let him fucking bleed

3. Revealed Fraud

The only truth
Is the one you
Never believed in
Your god is not dead, was never born
Your god never lived, never existed
You are born, to despair, die in grief
With the worms, your soul will lay
A rotting pile of flesh is what is left of you
Glory won't await beyond the grave
You will cease to exist in any form
No final judgment, no punishment
No holy father, no son
No god will save you
No holy father will avenge your death
None will ease your suffering
No soul will be glorified in the light
No burden, no pain, will be eased from the dying
The epitome of your existence
Shows the fallacy, the fallacy of faith
In the earth you'll remain to decay
No glory, will await, beyond the grave
No glory, will await, beyond the grave
God is not

4. I Am God

[Broken Hope cover]

I am God
Creator of all
You will see my power
Once I get past these padded walls
I am God
I made your mortal soul
Delusions, disillusioned
No hallucinations here.

I am your God
See me bleeding from my eyes
I am the light, the hope, I am the creator of all
I am God
Leteth the purity of my heavenly protuberance
Penetrate the inner canals of your sin-soaked frame

And let me wash away your dirtiness
With godly emissions from your lords holy scepter
I am God
The reward shall be great
When thou regurgitates the seminal honeydew of thine lord
Happy is he who gelds himself during unholy hardness

I am God
Creator of all
You will see my power
Once I get past these padded walls
I am God
I made your mortal soul
Delusions, disillusioned
No hallucination here.

I am your God
Loosen these straps that bind and tighten me
So I may lead you from my straight-jacketed confinement
And into the planes of the maniacal salvation
I am God
See my babbling the meaningless
I am the lunatic, the crazed and the mentally ill

And let me wash away your dirtiness
With godly emissions from your lords holy scepter

I am God
Creator of all
You will see my power
Once I get past these padded walls
I am God
I made your mortal soul
Delusions, disillusioned
No hallucinations here.
I am your God
Idolize me now
Blessed words of psychosis
This asylum is no house of holiness
See my raving aberrations
I am the creator of delirium
I am the savior you refuse to believe
I am the madness, crazed and unsound

And let me wash away your dirtiness
With godly emissions from your lords holy scepter
I am God
The reward shall be great
When thou regurgitates the seminal honeydew of thine lord
Happy is he who gelds himself during unholy hardness

5. Cloaca Of Iniquity (Single Version Remastered)

BLASPHEMER LYRICS