Stabat Mater Lyrics

Chalice of filth
In the grip of the iron hand
It must be dried in the one sip
And the sweet oblivion will reign

Days of the apostasy
And the nights of ridda
Obscure goatshape
Another whispers in Gethsemane

Oh divine mother
Hark the lamenting host
And drink from the shadows
From Darkness of mine

And apathy transfoms
Thy biting woe
Descending flesh's temptation
From the withering cross of pleasure

Stabat mater dolorosa
juxta Crucem lacrimosa,
dum pendebat Filius

The whore in disguise
The infernal sun will dry her tears
Faces in the crucial shadows
Speaks of the blossom of the bestial lust
In the untrodden maiden's soul
Now the glorious vapor of voluptuousness
Raises from the foundations of hell

Behold the ichor of the son
Draws the sigils on the sands of Golgotha