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Dread Sovereign - All Hell's Martyrs lyrics



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01. Drink The Wine

instrumental

02. Thirteen Clergy

Holy Mary the Devil is coming
The clergy they number thirteen
Trembling naked in the courtyard
In the city of Orleans

Burn burn they burn at the stake
Thirteen clergy to the fire

Dreadful fog over hallowed ground
As the condemned await their fate
Diocletian's shadow cast upon them
And they will burn at the stake

Burn burn burn at the stake
Thirteen clergy to the fire

They will burn burn burn at the stake
Thirteen clergy to the fire

Our blood is shed on these ropes
No reprise from King Robert
Their charred remains in 1022
Were scattered in the winter wind

Burn burn burn at the stake
Thirteen clergy to the fire

They will burn burn burn at the stake
Thirteen clergy to the fire

03. Cthulu Opiate Haze

A name is holy, behold thee
Between sleep and dream
In love, in the corridor
On my mind

A noted beast
Who's pride runs in my vein
Last of our supper, the feast
That note the foul

Of those who end
With knot
Pray, drapes clash
At morning comes

(There is no daemon, there is no game)
(You want to play? There is no daemon)

And this is the need of
Night takes me high
Cthulhu on fire
It was always wither
Missfenopian scraping
Surfing through my veins

04. The Devil's Venom

instrumental

05. Pray To The Devil In Man

This is the left hand of God
That smites the children of Cain
Blasphemy that purges the flesh
We flagellate in the Lords frenzy

We pray we pray to the Devil in man
We pray we pray Lucifer son of light

We carve living words
That are as stone
Mine is the seed in woman
And fire in the loins of man

We are the fire in the loins of man
That pierces the womb of Heaven
The whore of Magadelene
Looks upon us with the Devils lust
So carry me to the chamber of flesh
And cry out for God is shamed

06. Scourging Iron

I feel all the breath of unholy pyres
I fuss and less scourging iron
And I shout wicked whips
At the dawn, come all these deals

Fly out in the name of God
Let arms down - name of Satan
We are the council of Vatican
You will confess!

Terror, oh, I won't confess
Do your worst!
I shall not, I shall not bleed
I do not yield to any man
So do your damnest, do your worst
The will of Satan is mine
And I will not confess
Never! Never!

07. The Great Beast

instrumental

08. We Wield The Spear Of Longinus

This is the spear that pierced the side of Christ
Anointed in pain between two thieves

Is this the son of the living God
Who I betrayed with a kiss
Another Messiah
Bled like a pig

I am the apostle in triumph
Who ate your children
In the valley of Moloch we lie
A black god is on the throne
In the valley of the Sinai a black god sits

A black god is on the throne
Testament of faith
To the will of Satan

The dog of Yeshua
Cursed servant of Pilate
Bled on Golgothas mount
Like no other
Submit to the will of Satan
Praise hail Satan

09. Cathars To Their Doom

As I see it's by the grace of God
It falls to the sting that?
And they will pray in vain
As gold breaks on

And God will turn His back
We leave the cathars to their doom
And the gods in church
Are gone with no answer
Send the cathars to the fire

Can your God?
They'll march to their doom
At the church of?
You feel the Devil's fire

You feel the Devil's fire

666
Cathars to their doom
And the gods in church
And your God will not answer
666
Cathars to the fire

666
Cathars to their doom
And the gods in church
And your God will not answer
666
Cathars to the fire

666
Cathars to their doom
And the gods in church
And your God will not answer
666
Cathars to the fire

10. All Hell's Martyrs, Transmissions From The Devil Star

I woke from a dreadful sleep
His hands upon my throat
A breathless evil haunts me
And threw a small hour
He spans in the night
At the full darkness dead
He is holding His Santa Claus skin
And starring into my soul
He stares into my soul

Our hearts never knew what faith conjured
We life out through martyrs and die for life

What good can crawl from Nazareth?
A land of not-to-speak
But Father awaits His faith
And what is your God world?
And we shall flee and crucify
And wear his skin in mockery
And yet we stare into hearts
That dreams are of martyr men