Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gates of Blood , by - Arcanorum Astrum. Song from the album The Great One, in the genre Release date: 19.12.2017
Record label: Soundage, Союз Мьюзик
Song language: English
Gates of Blood |
| I open the Gates of Darkened World |
| I open the Gates of Sacrifice |
| I want to devour your lymph, you’re awed |
| I shall dominate your life |
| Enter these Gates of Soul Transformation |
| Your words are sovereigneal and full of blasphemy |
| Sloth and Greed and Gluttony, for Ever-Imprecation |
| Deicide is sweetiest (fruit of…) |
| Betrayal and guile — I stimulate |
| I glorify falsehood and jowl |
| Blood from your veins I chlorinate |
| And made holy water for your greedy mouths |
| Let the contemptible drown in their blood |
| Wash your wicked hands with spew of enemies |
| Try to ascend, masturbated in the mud |
| But You are Nihil! |
| I don’t want the churches are full in the fire |
| Crosses are sawed and icons are scribbled |
| For wickedness should have a root in the mire |
| Of Humankind’s hearts, perniciously livid… |
| Malaria is your desire |
| To contaminate dismal souls |
| Santeria’s vehement choir |
| Inflamed the primordial woes |
| Damnate your invidious life |
| Reflect light and love of Judeo God |
| Let spell Fides word and ‘ave right |
| To enter the Gates of Blood! |
| Oh Lucifer, give me your Pride! |
| Belial, give me your Truth! |
| Oh Astaroth, stand by my side! |
| Oh Azazel, quench my ruth! |
| Oh Behemoth, show me your Might! |
| Baal-Zebub, send me your fiends! |
| Leviathan, pour me your Blight! |
| Oh Satan, don’t make me weaned! |
| RISE!!! |
| If many priests will serve with evil hearts, defiled |
| Mortal sins they sermonize and Christ denied |
| So then soon they will infect their humble laity |
| Their churches shall become our fanes, their God — our deity |
| Mammon, greasy ruler of their bloated minds |
| Kisses their lips — the herd of gorgonized |
| They worship him worm-licking his ulcerated loins |
| And Mammon pours into their mouths his epidemic sperm |
| We laugh upon… these al-dalala fools |
| We are the true Masters of the World |
| Risen above the Wisdom of the Mules |
| Which should be dipped in shit and covered with the rot |
| If the sins will enter the bosom of the church |
| We do not have it either burn or tear down |
| The Temple of the Lamb shall be ruined and besmirched |
| That’s why I, first of all, for seduction of the crown |
| This is my important and devastating arm |
| To crush the Church of Christ, to crush the Kaaba |
| Hail the New World Order without God-gendarme |
| We hail the Reason’s Era — New Satya-Yuga! |