Acrimonious (GRC) : Perdition Gospel
1. THE CURSE OF EDEN
And fire is chosen to be, among the silent flesh,just whispering in a need for torture, to deify the deeds of the Lord. And Death is chosen to be, to brace our hearts with joy at the sight of hungry slaves, piercing the hearts of children!!
And as the fruit of life seem ruined, He penetrates your soul with disease, formless institution of raping.As the flames burn my eyes with Thy rays, the fires shall rise as the flesh of Christos fades. And let their trinity rule the world, Iesous Nazarenus Rex Hebraiorus. For his blood blessed the blind in sin,for his blood is my vomit, a divine sparkle to descend the sleepless snake.
Holy fire was chosen to be,among the burning flesh, just whispering in a need for healing, to beg for mercy from their lord, to deify the deeds of our Lord!
And death is chosen to be, to brace our hearts with joy, at the sight of hungry slaves, piercing the hearts of children
The sign of the horned, an ancient oath unbound, the unborn speak with fury, countless, ravenous, yearning for disease.Primordial and primitive furious, black hearts from a mighty kindom, reign in war and blasphemy, trumphets of evil possession. Calling forth the powers of the Serpent god, unleashing legions powerful, chained whores of heaven given pain from sodomy, doom has spread in dark command. Chalice hot from battle's rape, bestial warfare inner hate. Blessed by Him, the offsprings of an alien race, conquering the gates of heaven, enthroning evil forming pain. Veangeance's complete as a pest upon humanity, demonic yellings cries of raprtures, violent vortex brings you silent.Archangel of darkness, redeemer of our blood, proclaim the fall of man by nightwinged visions.
3. GOSPEL OF PERDITION
It cuts so deep.. In flesh and mind, a horizon of confusion, With soul I hail the king of keys. See Him.. With sceptres rising, cuming your precious cunts,to see you all in tears, not of joy, but of sorrow.Devotion to his blood, conquerors and those who were conquered.. For his crowning spew plagues to the seeing,but (also) to those with no eyes. I feel nothing, but the blessing of Satan,to destroy and wither. A servant who burnt by the Devil's Mark. For the key to your gate brings,Salvation through Perdition, Salvation through Death. Behold! Divine! Come forth and Shine!
Grasped by horns of sorrow, yet caught by veils of pain, drowned in the thousand swamps of the sacred holocaust. See Him.. With sceptres rising, cuming your precious cunts, to see you all in tears, not of joy, but of sorrow.
4. ON SERPENT WINGS
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