God Grotesque Lyrics

Triumph of horror
painted on stones of these dark halls
Church of macabre:
they pray for total death

Skulls and bones
to remind you thy doom
The ossuary:
chapel of dark men's decay

Centuries of pitiful commiseration
to tame the fearful sheep of Christ
Enchained souls by a portrayed horrification
Death shall here discourage life
No room for vanity nor self-magnification
for those who shall return to ash
Preachers of carnage and of sick abominations
lead the sermon of the mass

The gory end reigns
In these walls of corpses
Macabre domain...
Thy lord flagellates
by the pains of pestilence
Collected remains... of death!

God grotesque...

God has judged that our doom is condemnation
The priest is the harbinger of horror
And so the church became domain of desolation
of hundreds bones covered in dust
Ignorance is spreading minds petrification
amongst the men who are vexed by death
In the ossuary death demands dark celebration
The life absence suffocates thou...

Religion twisted into morbidity
Christ's passion is now a path of gore

Father of mortification
Sinister is our devotion
Sermon of annihilation
Life denial, the fear to exist...
Macabre lord...