Beneath the Spires of Nocturnal Temples / Defiling Creation Lyrics

The crypt, nocturnal.
Asleep in the tombs of iniquity.
The soul hangs as a flower in the sun.
Beneath the halls of forsaken endeavors.
Written in the stones of impure spirit.
Dreaming in the catacombs of desolation.
Kneel beside the fallen rapture.

Beneath the howling sacrilege.
Spill fire from the mouths of angels.
Envenom their veins with the seed of Cain.
Strike lashed upon the scripture with whips of sacrifice.
Destroy the visage of Heaven.
Rape the ideal of salvation.
Blasphemy beyond the scope of misanthropy.
Defiling creation.