Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Next Level Black, artist - Black Anvil. Album song Hail Death, in the genre
Date of issue: 26.05.2014
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
Next Level Black |
Initiations: |
Which of thee will rest as sacred |
Which of thee hast become born |
And round through seven circles |
And scorch the feet amongst the morn |
Desperate enlightenment — I insist |
Take Us through haze till We form |
I swear the oath Our document |
Again Our flesh has torn |
A stage amongst the heavens |
A shape no skin can take |
A realm beyond the seven |
A state above the norm |
I am just dirt and feces |
A species nevermore |
We are what’s left no more |
And for this wish forgive Me |
I tread beneath your storm |
In debted to the chance |
We dance on tight ropes ever worn |
Desolate among the burning garden |
Admit this servant to take |
Your flesh is Mine to take |
Enraptured ensnared in your trap |
Yet I’d tear off all these limbs and join You |
Forever this is My quest |
Raping the denizens sacrificial limbs |
And for this wish anoint Me |
Bathe Me in His light — as bright as night |
For now accepted the trial in My sight |
Spiritus nostro tuus ignis: |
Pledge of the spirit hedge every bet |
Darkness engorging silver intent |
Blade ever red |
Discourse amended needs never met |
Chosen from roots in this earth planting death |
Flame ever red |
And for this wish accept Me |
I swim between Your storm |
And to this wish enlightenment |
Fuck you you did not see this coming |
Break the clasp We never last |
Yet ask to generate no more |
We are what’s left no more |
Sinistra manus: |
So here We are together at last |
Enjoy the fruits of Our labors |
Half way to six |
In stature |
The road is dark — yes! |
Less We cannot judge nor prepare |
Nor set these tables |
May you have the honor |
See the tapestry |
Your majesty of thorns |
I have made this in humble bliss |
Your halls My walls adorned |
Recklessly reborn |
Grando mortem: |