In the Light of the Dying Stars Lyrics

Behold! Where the heinous echoes will never reach.
Nor his glimmers
Nor his emanations.
Where those who crawl devour the golden trumpets.
Waiting for the first son.
Waiting for the thorns to pierce the flesh.
And so clear the shining mists.
Water the soil with death.
Tread on sterile fields.
Walking relentlessly among the leprous.
In a forsaken land.
Let us admire the effigy in the solitude of our voids.
In the light of the dying stars.
Dwell inwards.
And linger forever in the waters of his womb.
And once we kneel the horrible vision will turn into flesh.
While out spines twist and break our eyes will escape.
The flesh will abandon the bone and the screams will be atrocious.
And blood will boil in our entrails.