Dread Sovereign - All Hell's Martyrs lyrics
Tracks 01. Drink The Wine
02. Thirteen Clergy 03. Cthulu Opiate Haze 04. The Devil's Venom 05. Pray To The Devil In Man 06. Scourging Iron 07. The Great Beast 08. We Wield The Spear Of Longinus 09. Cathars To Their Doom 10. All Hell's Martyrs, Transmissions From The Devil Star 01. Drink The Wine
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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
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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
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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 |