Lyrics Hell - Akercocke

Hell

Melting into the crowd, the basaclica
The bells of rome proclaming
In the mid-day heat
«Hosanna!
Holy Father!
Benedictus!»
The face of a man who never considered an angel…
Sint mihi dei acherontis propitii, valeat
Numen triplex jehovae
May the gods of acheron look with favour upon me
Away with the spirit of the three fold Jehovah
A sleep like the ages
A sleep like death
Like gog and magog
Blood flowing like dreams
Black stole and black chasuble.
black cope
Angelic perfection
Perfect pope murder
Pre-sanctification
Hell.
God.
Devil.
Amen.
Hey
A sleep like the ages
A sleep like death
Like gog and magog
Blood flowing like dreams
Pre-sanctification
Hell.
God.
Devil.
Amen.
Hey
Hereupon, I defy God and his Christ
The angels of heaven
Rejecting all that lives in gods name
Death is meaningless, pain is endless
Satanic succubus
Profane, deranged
We descend into the catacombs…