Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Fifth Inquisitor, artist - Arkhon Infaustus. Album song Filth Catalyst, in the genre
Date of issue: 30.06.2007
Record label: Osmose
Song language: English
The Fifth Inquisitor |
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 |