BOOK OF BLACK EARTH LYRICS

1. May Your God Deny You

Call on the angles to sing for the wraith set the flock fire. Bellow through caverns and lay them to waste ascend the soul higher. War of the ancients I am your patron saint. Enemy of the false virtue for 2000 years scored in their hate. The cross is what defies you. Constrict the world with these mechanized veins as you fear what cannot be controlled. Turn on your brothers and combine the state with the cult that defies it's nature. Constrict the world with these mechanized veins as you fear what cannot be controlled. Turn on your brothers and combine the state with the cult that defies it's nature. Let them serve the fire. Let them die beside you. You led them to heaven now lay them to waste may your god deny you. Call on the angles to sing for the wraith set the floor fire. Bellow through caverns and lay them to waste ascend the soul higher. War of the ancients I am your patron saint. Enemy of this false virtue for 2000 years scored in their haste. The cross is what defies you let them serve the fire. Let them die beside you. You led them to heaven now lay them to waste may your god deny you. Let them serve the fire let them die beside you. You led them to heaven now lay them to waste may your god deny you

2. Occult Machinery

Technology of a different kind. Theology of a new and darker kind. To bend reality towards the shape of my will and see the dawn of a new era of justice. As far as our enemy's lack of human rights, through our cult we'll bring the war to their eyes. My sword will sing the angel's departure from life. Brick by skull we'll build the church of new light. Rise. Rise. Rise Rise. Forbidden alchemy combined with means to rend the flesh, to tear to pieces, feed to me what's left. The choir of the dead will sing the song of broken bones. Summon the watcher, return them to death. The final resting place there'll be no time to rest at all. Serve the royalty, remember your gods. Serve the royalty, remember your gods. See the watcher see how he rise. See the prophet see how he dies.

3. Let Us Worship The Dead

I worshiped excess. Slave to it's luxury, I live in death. Choking on the memories, I crave the stench, I crave the memories, I worship excess. Slave to it's luxuries, I crave the stench. I crave the memories.

4. Serve The Adversary

Theasuel guide them to their freedom to be cast out to serve the adversary. What more can men pen to these horror scriptures? The seeds of truth are planted in the garden, on stolen soil and with a stolen god they worship disease. They praise the ancients onces. Not known above but thriving deep within the old are called to rise and reign again. Hope is lost you resemble nothing of your anglesong. The only thing I've ever known is that your true lord lies in the shadows. Rise ancient ones see the flock that follows and sings your name. Dine elder gods feed on those who sorrow resembles our pain. Serve the serpent see the flock the before you see the chaos see the grand design. Rest in silence turn the Earth you lie in. In defiance of this cult of lies. Hope is lost. There is nothing that resembles your anglesongs. There is nothing in defiance.

5. Agents Of Destruction

In the time of Pahadron. Born in terror and sick with disease. Covered in eyes, I witness demise, and with their sword drawn agents of destruction let the floods begin. Let them wash over me, let me eat their flesh, let me drink their blood, and witness the demise, insanity. Civilization on its knees, because they are weak. Civilization on its knees, we are dead, if not dying in the eyes of man, in the eyes of god. Wait forever, wait for your god he will not come. Spend forever on your knees because you are weak. It begets my heart it begets my soul it begets my life, this is our church, this is what we've created. This is our curse, this is our congregation.

6. In Hatred And Misery

This an offering of shadows to the grand machine. Hail your false gods in hatred and misery. Let them hate us, let them curse our names. Let them strike at us. You cannot kill what you did not create. Older than the oldest of ways with chords that run deep. Stronger than the strongest of spells with new forms rising, colder, faster, darker, let the holy ground be thy tomb. Turning of the gears mechanical, hatred, slowing of the cogs by their own blindness. The iron prison, false Christian world. Serving to remind us of our own ancient ways. Turning of the gears mechanical, hatred, slowing of the cogs by their own blindness. The iron prison, false Christian world, serving to remind us of our own anti-Christian ways. Stray far behind us, lose your way. Lay this curse upon you in my wake. Fail as you've never failed before. Suffer in hatred and misery. Your prophecies are false, your legacy is done. Your followers grow weak. You are the feast. Your prophecies are false, your legacy is done. Your followers grow weak. You're hatred is our feast.

7. The Dawn Of Industry

I am the memory of machines. Industry is in my veins. Colder deeper turning like the knife in the wound. Molten structures growing like the life in the womb.





BOOK OF BLACK EARTH LYRICS