Angelcorpse The Fall Of The Idols Of Flesh Lyrics

The Fall Of The Idols Of Flesh Lyrics

Dash against the rocks the sickling and his cries

Break the back of the
steed upon you ride

Boiling bodies of water, to glass the sand

And
may mother's breasts shrivel and dust

Tongues shall be cut from gaping
mouths

For I voice a culling course towards desolation

Yet those
chained to their own foul flesh

Know only obsolescence- their
nakedness



Push the rabble back, to the victor come the spoils

Work to certain death the labor that toils

Bloat and putrefy that
which flowers

And tear from womb the bleating babe

The blind and
wretched shall be left to rot

The diseased and alme dispatched

Give
me your sick, your meek, your lowly

For I will kick the dogs when they are
down



For I am the inferno

And you the kindling you the
fuel

And I am the vulture

Feasting on your idols of flesh

I
am the shepherd and you my flock

The lightning strike that splits the
rock

For I am wrath- vindication

And the world my abattoir



Visions of war dreams of anger ectasy

A maelstorm of flame
infernos of might

Lightning phallus crack of thunder roars

A lion
in furious fight



Cleansing fire insatiable cleaving sword

The fall of the idols of flesh



The stellar winds beneath my
wings

Are purest vengeance

The firestorms within my eyes

Black purest hate

Of blood unvanquished blasphemies

My will: one
voice

With strike of tumult- aftermath

In withered flesh rejoice



For I am the inferno

And you the kindling you the fuel

And I am the vulture

Feasting on your idols of flesh

I am the
shepherd and you my flock

The lightning strike that splits the rock

For I am wrath- vindication

And the world my abattoir