1. FALLEN IN DISEASE

A dark spirit looms amongst wretched pulpits
Old, forgotten, woeful and decayed
Wandering the ruined sacellum
Searching, seeking for scraps to sustain

Vestments once gilded, now threadbare
Relics, once gleaming, their lustre dulled
Dissolved in the aqua regia
Stained glass panes shattered

Malign spirit, thou speakest of the serpetine
Worshipped and adored by this wretched cult
Dwindling as they consume your poisonous sacrament
The weak, the tried, the sick, the lame, the faded

Beneath the vaulted, vaunted roof
Rotten wood pillars devoured by worn
Crumbling pages of mildewed tomes
Dissolved by lepers' acrid drool

Anointed in the blood and enshrined in thorns
Consume from the chalice of abomination
A feast of dry blood and dead flesh
Abhorrent are their rites of exaltation

Hands clasped, on bended knees
Eyes lowered in deference
"I am His servant, Him made flesh
You, unworthy, bow, submit"

In this slaughterhouse of love
Barren words stick in their throats
As dry bread with no wine
Hope displaced by impotence

Heed not the words of the craven
To centuries of decay lie the spires
No arcadia beyond the veil
Revel in the spheres of absurdity
For true elysium lies within...


2. THROUGH GATES OF MORPHEUS REALMS

Chanting incantations to the void
Open to me, the abyss
of dark thunderous depths
Where tenebrous forms dwell

The aura of death permeates
as on Morpheus' wings I descend

Departing flesh-like temples,
to drift into the netherworlds

Trough gates to infinite tenebrosity
to Cimmerian kingdoms,
cast down into torment

Engulfed by desolation
In godless commune adrift
In this habitat of void and darkness,
where shadows breathe the essence of death
I dwell in affliction as reality crumbles

In eternal damnation
(I am) forever abandoned to darkened realms

Into eternal pain
Aeturnus Cruciamentum


3. THRONES TURNED TO RUST

Cursed in rapture,
on bended knee, with empty eyes
and empty hearts,
bound in exaltation

The weak willed
dwell in decrepitude,
In empty kingdoms where
thrones turned to rust

Demigod, of a sovereignty diminished
No longer shall your tyranny prevail

Arisen from ruin
falling ashes obscure the white light,
As we ascend
to dwell in glorious depravity


4. UNSANCTIFIED TEMPLES

Beneath the darkened azure,
lie places of blackest sin
Unsanctified they lay,
in abhorrent obscurity
Buried by the sands of time
their secrets concealed

Embellished with human debris,
a collection of the macabre
Built of rotten flesh and bone,
abominable constructs...

Black masses gather,
ungodly convocations
Chants of doom resound,
evocations of ancient evil

Veins have been opened and blood,
like rivers flow from sepulchral altars
of evil worship

Spawn of the dark, arisen
through the vast centuries

Temples — Raised unto the skies
Temples — Ancient secrets revealed
Temples — Tower as sceptres of doom