Heaven Torn Asunder Lyrics

Rise, ablaze, libidinous!
Devildom voyeurs,
ascend to smother the light.
Nascent aeons confer!

Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea.
Serrated mountains of mad shadows,
carving towards misdeed.

Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss.
Sunset evokes Luciferian fire,
the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice.

Supernal vestments hang tattered,
cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory.
Invasions scale Babel's ivory towers,
poised to sodomise a world upon it's knees.

We are as a flame born unto the darkness.
Desires burning in palatial glades.
And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us.
Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves.

Attack!

Wreak atrocities on those we have despised.
Judgements be riven, from the skies.
Darkness empower, let us master prophecy.
Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever.

Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy.
Written in flesh across the howling ether.

Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia.

With stars erased, throw wide the gates,
the infidel soon unmasks her face.
Neath silken shroud she waxes horn,
sharpened to skewer dawn.

I am as a plague, born to the priestess.
The secret amour of her archangelic rape.
Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed.
Screamed out their agonies upon the stake.

Wreak atrocities on those we have despised.
Judgements be riven, from the skies.
Darkness empower, let us master prophecy.
Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever.

Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy.
Written in flesh across the howling ether.

The most August sorcerers of Hades,
darkly seized for me a throne.
And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed,
vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone.

From this ransacked celestial temple,
I hold the prophet's severed head unto all nations.

Tremble before us,
Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres.
Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires.
Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth.

Our voices are opened graves,
through which the never-dead escape.

From dank, abyssic dream,
pursuing ascendancy.

Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss.
Sunset evokes Luciferian fire,
the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice.

Supernal vestments hang tattered,
cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory.
Invasions scale Babel's ivory towers,
poised to sodomise a world upon it's knees.

The enemy has held three seasons.
Imparadised, whilst we writhed,
to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree.
Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder.