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Chaotic, trust us
Beast of prey, covered with gasoline
Burned witch, a last swedish matchstick
Hail the black concrete
Sacred Serum, hostile rituals with caustic soda
Eptagram as a dogma
Negative mantras : The noble art of the prosthetic smile
Get ready for the primal bad trick
Worship the Void, De Vermis Mysteriis,
It's 1 for the sins / And 2 for the Worm
3 & 4 : rusty craddle / 5 stands for the bliss / Jettatura 6-6-6
Golden powder, VIP room and toxic drinks
Black procession, cursed cultists ; Heirs of the sect
Ceremonials, devilry with black wax, cruel charm
Deep betrayal
Resolving problems with a nailed bat
It wants some curse on your passions
It has some patience for your decay in the basement
A pack of hyenas shows no compassion
A grand silence faces no defiance
Get ready for another bad trick
Worship the Void, Omen of bad luck
It's 1 for the Flies / And 2 for the Rat
3 & 4 unfaithful prayer / 5 stands for the bliss / Jettatura 6-6-6
B movie, X rated, Goat head above the great castle
Howling monkeys, 6 trick dice,
Blazing curse and king ov rats
Demonium, black rites
And tyrannic remnants
Intoxicated with the sacred Lamb
Spit on the cross, on the Testaments
Great inferno on your nation
It is obssessed by the trinity and the triumph
Our pack of hyenas shows no compassion
Your grand silence faces our defiance
Get ready for the last bad trick
We hail the Void, Unhallowed be thy name
It's 1 for the sins / And 2 for the Vultures
3 & 4 : rusty craddle / 5 stands for the bliss / Jettatura 6-6-6
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Theory Of Hail
05:11
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He had to specify his own meaning of vendetta
He had structured his mind as a complex equation to avoid the fall
He had discovered the true faith between the holy legs of a slut
And extended his level of intellect above
Satan
He closed his fist to relieve pulsations and the tremor
He'd seen a vulture and his clan yelling “tonight we eat thy flesh”
The scarlet rain offers him the crown
He's now the monarch of nothing, nothing, nothing...
He prayed six times, with fever, he wrote the Theory of Hail
An antique hex of dominion, where there is no reward...
The Hail Whispered...
I am Dominance, I am thy enemy,
I am treachery, Fall for your Sins
Here is the Crown, Now go forth conquering,
And to conquer.
He will raise and conquer
And he will march for glory
And she will fall for our sins
March for the Hail, treachery,
She will fall for our absolution
We opened the ancient golden scroll and found the theory of hail
This antique hex of dominion, it unifies the herds
Grant us your sight
Give us peace
Let us touch the infinite
Now the Hail is our Queen
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Woven Woods
06:18
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Mother
I'm lost in these woods
Father
I can't even find the bright star
Omen, Coven,
I'm starving in these woods
Woven
Now, I can hear the Hail
Lurkers enter the woods,
Imbued by red
They crawl, those woven roots,
Like soaked hair
Let's hunt the faith seeker
Prowl under the moss
Devours the fawn
Above their heads, a crown of coal
Woven bones and petals
In the woods, twin Worms beat both the Lamb and Satan...
Oh...Woven woods
Their eyes are sewn
Hail hyenas, Hail scavangers
They swallowed the moon
The pale, the dark, woven worms
Gnawed the night, gnawed the dawn
Woven corpses, Fallen heroes,
Pierced plexus,
Bliss, Salvation
The white worm vomited blood, the black one shines like fire,
They roams in the woven wood, wrapped in the darkness
Where even the flowers don't bloom
And they shine in the grand clearing,
And I bleed, a first and last flowering
I am reduced to dust
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We Come We Breed We Live
07:03
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Stucked in a swarm, a torrent, coward, dust and bones
We are wretched, the kind your folk ignored
A pact of rancid submission : lost and dishonored
We swore an oath to the Swamps, Dominus Vermis Rex
Inertia, asphyxia, witchcraft with tibias, hemotoxic trials
Drown the Divine , expiate, only our Lord forgives
Gracious fermata, in the cryptic fog
Deep in the dirt, we found the Holy Ones
We are wretched
Under the dome, we found the blight,
Sepulcher of the Worm, where the primal star lies
Our psalm lurks through gutters, where the Monarch haunts
Supplication for the Rat King's rise, the Rat King's rise
Vermins - pray - Kneel
Lava – Shall - Dry
We come, We breed : We Live
Swarm - Shall - Rise
As we entered the garden of ivory rust
Palace of bones, tower of skulls, golden crowns
We are the wretched, and cursed to the spinal cord
We swore an oath to the Swamps for the Rat King's dominion
Stillness of asphyxia ; hemotoxic trials
Burn the Divine , expiate, only the Void forgives
Odious fermata, in the sacred land
Through the Void, we found the Holy Ones
We are
Wretched
Above the dome, we'll find the Light
Sepulcher of the Rat : where our primal star lies
The monarch's graveyard governs your mind, trough the spine, hear the Chime,
Supplication for the Rat King's rise, the lava dries
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O M E N
06:32
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A mourning sun
Bitter hail, some summer rains
Drowned in bloody mud,
She lingers : the Omen of Betrayal...
She's the knife and the Augur
Pierced bowels and pretty smiles
We, black mass of leftovers
Decrepit crowd, we fear no rites
She is legion
Castle of bones, cathedral of sand
Nose broken with a wooden bat
And the jaw split in half : observe the ritual
A black marble statue stands in the middle
Cold stone effigy, pestilence irradiates
At night, right at the street corner
Maybe you'll have a glimpse of Satan
A pile of shards, some broken glass
Crown of feathers, for the betrayal
And if she commands to cut your own throat
Do it
Though all men do despise her
With some cyanide and bactine
Forget it
But she will call your name, again and again, and again
We mixed the card game
Unveiled the true Queen of Diamonds
Fragments of treason, in the shrine of fall
She's the knife , the harbinger
Pierced bowels, pretty smile
May your hope be buried in the holy ground,
Test your faith in her verses and her voice
A metaphor ; self-annihilation
Under the scarlet temple, great revelation
I saw through her lovely smile
A three-eyed skull, the Mourning Star
Though all gods do despise her
We shall unveil this Omen
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Red Cardinals
04:45
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