Angel Corpse - Smoldering In Exil
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Chaos infinite, majesty of execration
Squatting proud upon the throne of abomination
Death profane burns bright, supreme
Consuming foetid flesh of the nazarene

Rites of scourge- immolated flesh
Imbibe the sorrow storm of impiety
A serpent entwined in the horns of the goat
Of withered angels wretched debris

Smoldering

Tyrant of solitude and desolate beauty
The scaled and blooded claws of the mighty
A king for kings to victory betrothed
Vestige of mercy with filth befouled

Winged shadow simulacrum
Tenebrous dirge, ensanguined drums of war
Iron, blood and blasphemy affirmation
With grinning sepulchre as altar

He who leaps the loftiest of mountains
Pride and proscription now abhorred
Smoldering in exile, eternal
Azazael: awful lord
The flesh of Besz, venom of Apophrasz
The Dragon steed of the Scarlet Fornicatrix
Behold magnificence: Mega Therion
Six hundred and sixty six

An iron helm on horned brow crowning
A warlord wreathed bold with lightning
Obsidian splendor, of starless purity
The bringer enflamed of dawns and destiny

Of strength, cloven stature and wisdom unknown
The wellspring from which all blasphemies flow
The sadistic triumph for which I yearn
The mighty inferno in which I burn

Smoldering in exile