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Supreme And Immortal Is The Art Of The Devil (ep)
1. Supreme And Immortal
Empty the vessel and hollow the shell
Come, toungues of fire
Abandon all earthly, glance deep into hell
Purge and inspire
The act of worship sets us ablaze
Demonic burden, ecstatic delight
A monument of malicious sonority
Our humble sacrifice, devotional rite
Revealed in the flesh
Justified in the spirit
Seen by the chosen
Heard by the few
All earthly vanities of existence
Exceeded by tones supreme
Melodies older than mortality
Enormous as death itself
Praise his name
Chosen are the ones
Who have command of the language
That needs neither mouth nor words
Who transform the inmost truth to notes
Who form sculptures reflecting his glory
And spread the gospel of the horned
We’ve been granted the most precious gift
We are element and entirety
Performing the everlasting cycle
Without beginning or end
Find the unimaginable paradise
Amidst these pits of hell
Those who chant his hymns
Hallowed be their names
Immortal is the choir
Only the highest art
Supreme and impure
Purified through his will
Great indeed, we confess, is the mystery of him
2. Soil Of Souls
Souls of infidel men
Form a fertile soil
Like dusky forest grow
On rotten leaves below
Souls of infidel men
Wither and burn
Like arid grass on dead ground
Forsaken, eternally bound
We feed on the essence of mortal weakness
The flames chain the fallen and proud
Holyness, purity, and all gifts of light
Long vanished, decayed and dead
Buried by god’s children eons ago
Heathens, sordid and profane
We are the legion, the leveling horde
True to the laws of the horned
Faithful and strengthened and
Fiercely unbound
Lurking to gather the mourned
Planted is the seed of him
And no blood flows in our veins
Nurtured by souls of infidel men
In the kingdom where darkness
Forever reigns
Soil of souls
Behold and see
Glorious our realm will be
Immortalis et semper fidelis
P.K. — Guitars
T.T. — Guitars, Drums, Keyboards
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