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FROST LIKE ASHES LYRICS
"Demo 2002" (2002 Demo)
1. Adorers of Blood
2. A Cruel Verse
3. Immortals
1. Adorers of Blood
You are the Ancient One
The Ancient of Days
The end and the beginning
The object of my praise
You’re the Morning Star
You’re the Midnight Sun
I Am that I Am
You’re the Victory won
You’re Lord Sabaoth
Father, Son, mysterious Ghost
Nefarious tremble in fear
Of Your terrible host
You make the Moon blood
Turn the Sun to black
You have slain thousands
With a single Spirit
We are adorers of blood
The Blood spilt from Your veins
The Blood we drink in Eucharist
The Blood we bathe our bodies in
Blood-wrought Salvation
You’re the Sacrifice of Blood
The Firstborn of the dead
Corpse fulfilled with sin
Word manifest to flesh
Slayer of serpents
Impending death of death
Castrator of sin
The bitter wine of Wrath
We are the possessed
Possession Aeternus
Your blood flows in our veins
We are The Victorious
Others charge You with murder
Others shake their fists at You
Others don’t realize
Your Blood covers them too
We are adorers of blood
The blood spilt from your veins
The blood we drink in Eucharist
The blood we bathe our bodies in
On that same night
I will pass through and strike down every firstborn
I will bring judgment on all gods
The Blood will be a sign for you
When I see the Blood, I will pass over you
No destructive plague will touch you
When I strike
Bathe me in Your Blood
Baptize me in Fire
Pour your Spirit on me
Fill my cup higher and higher and higher and higher and higher!!
2. A Cruel Verse
“For a spirit, evil, this way comes
Lament and howl, for this spirit from the North
As a lion coming up from its lair
It will destroy you!”
He will throw you down your blood splatters
You’ll be trampled underfoot, your body mangled
You’ll become as refuse on the ground
When they go to bury you, nothing will be found
For dogs will tear and eat your rotting flesh
Your bones will be crushed and turned to dust
But this is just a taste of your fate
In this, you can trust
Your mothers and your daughters will be ravished
Your pregnant wife, ripped open, torn apart
Your infant children will be crushed before your eyes
Wild beasts will steal your sons, they will devour
He will make your laughter turn to sorrow
He will turn your joy to agony
All that you have gained will burn in fire
He is on His way!
Open your ears, listen well
When you’re destroyed, you will feel Hell
It will be better for Gomorrah
Than for you on that Day!
He’ll smear the offal from your feasts on your face
Your sacred places will be filled with human waste
Your desolation, so cruel and complete
The flesh of your children you’ll hoard and eat!
Open your ears, listen well
When you’re destroyed, will feel Hell
Rise then, bathe in Blood of The Way
Then you’ll be spared this fate!
3. Immortals
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