Pallor Mortis - Pallor Mortis lyrics
Tracks 01. Savor The Stench
02. The Sound Of Countless Plummeting Blades 03. Dominus Et Deus 04. Feces of Fear 01. Savor The Stench
Feast and enjoy the atrocities
Dead make Vlad at ease In the endless forest Of impaled corpses Dining in the midst of howls Amongst the blood and bowels Savor the stench Death consumed the air, the prince in a frenzy His own fled the scent, he was unworthy The mighty Prince of Wallachia Was known to have a trifle of mercy He so impaled his disgraceful boyar Towering high above lamenting flesh so he would not Savor the stench In the endless forest Of impaled corpses Dining in the midst of howls Amongst the blood and bowels Savor the stench The mighty Prince of Wallachia Was known to have a trifle of mercy He so impaled his disgraceful boyar Towering high above lamenting flesh so he would not Savor the stench Squirting through the bowels, blood and puss and bits of flesh Ruptured guts spilling excrements, now savor the stench of death 02. The Sound Of Countless Plummeting Blades
The empire's grace shall cease, prior to the utter excision
Their numbers must decrease, by virtue of execution It be our duty to bloodlet, the nation will be clean Robespierre strides as a prophet, preaching with the guillotine Chalice of the holy, garnished with apostle piss Dismissal of all memory, obliterate saintly bliss Through your disfavor, reduced to a traitor For you lack the will of a warrior, succumb to the Reign of Terror May you oppose the sovereign body, by all marked as an enemy Pry the eyes of the indictable Their ruin, a patriotic fable Fear shall be flaunted as the crest of their treachery Trembling, their necks shall bleed His demise, the month of Thermidor His sight locked into azure 03. Dominus Et Deus
Glory to who striketh boar, preacheth thy bewitching whore
Cunning at the art of war, of mirth the hunt could not be more Whilst one croaketh his last moan, another striveth for his throne Christened Aper after swine, maimeth this heart and was divine Embers ingest with greed All, save the den of those who plead Vermin of faith must flee with haste This pest must be erased Cluster of praying, sacredly appealing for slaying Crippled bulk weeping, salvaged for heathen offerings Our soils' men cheering, for every Christian bleeding Calcifying blood galore, composing a painting of grandeur Diocletian May filth spill from thy tongue, so shall thy blood With it leaks myths unsung, tales less of worth than crud Pierced entrails pour, mangled to a pulpy gore Slashed her drapes and skin, sliced the gullet of the virgin Disrobed of flesh, torched until blessed with death Rectal gash spewing, leaving his innards dangling Diocletian, Dominus et Deus Embers ingest with greed All, save the den of those who plead Vermin of faith must flee with haste This pest must be erased Defiance adored Lust of searing skin performed The hum of teeming croaks Remodel chapels into smoke Cluster of praying, sacredly appealing for slaying Crippled bulk weeping, salvaged for heathen offerings Our soils' men cheering, for every Christian bleeding Calcifying blood galore, composing a painting of grandeur Dominus et Deus May filth spill from thy tongue, so shall thy blood With it leaks myths unsung, tales less of worth than crud Pierced entrails pour, mangled to a pulpy gore Slashed her drapes and skin, sliced the gullet of the virgin Disrobed of flesh, torched until blessed with death Rectal gash spewing, leaving his innards dangling 04. Feces of Fear
Apostolic overlord, a reeking reign of scorn
Of sins his words forbade, of these his actions praised Procuring phallic glee A gift of blasphemy to thee Virgins still weep The slaves of worship, the feces of fear Mutants of the myth to which they rashly adhere A sulking muck, lobotomized and shat as wrought The pounding echoes of the nails prompted their wits to rot A plague of fury rampant in his seed Through incestuous pageantry, The procreation of barbarity He battered many to their knees Wine as blood he offered his disciples His semen swallowed while mumbling His gospels To all a gift, he dispensed His meat as bread For human flesh is best feasted upon in bed Of wistful musing as to why the slave of god Should wield weapons of the Serpent's oozing prods His neglect erected Hell's unending dread For eternally a pope would rape their dead |