The Fifth Inquisitor Lyrics

The Fifth Inquisitor lyrics

Let them all come to me, infamous lethargy



Bestowing the black scourge upon all abominations



The red light of abhorrence shines and turns the vaults into heavens



Cursing from the pool of mutilation we adore the birth of those chosen
soulless







Suffering archangel, sacrament of the suicidal door



Bless the whore lust divine, concrete concept of Satan







Rebellions illumination where once stood the eternal light of emptiness



And I call upon all redempters, the grand scourge of revelations



The altar reveals the black bishop, obscene and grotesque pantomime



Holding the dead child with greed, he stands and claims the rights of the
flesh







Hear the riders hurt in the three locks of the circle



I am the claws of the filth, prophesising the past



Praying for mercy, receiving the absurd flesh before it's ghastly
fecundation



And they all come to me, and answers resounds in nothingness



For the fifth inquisitor has arrived







Decayed tides of glory reappears from remnants of the black plague



And the hollow spirits trapped in carnal memories rebel



Caricatures of angels smile with disgust on the stained glass windows



To offer grotesque understanding to the gathered ones







Here come from the scars of eternal war perverse mihole ian'b



From the once dead now alive one is broken the seventh seat



In rapture his skin become the key to the bottomless pit



Death always comes too late to the ones suffering pain







Angels of sickness blow into each of the horns



Raising the cult of abominations of the read sea



Rising the judge, drinking the vials of revelation



The wine of whoredom reeks the filth that scarves us







Followed by King Abaddon I will destroy the open book



And tear down the voice of the mighty one



As all with admire my arts, the scourge will follows the twice horned lamb



And set my name to total adoration hearing the words spoken by my icons



They drink from the never healing wound upon the purest of my heads