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HOLOCAUSTIA LYRICS
"The Sacrament Seed" (2006 EP)
1. Into The Chamber
2. Sword Of Azazel
3. The Sacrament Seed
4. Temple Of Flesh
5. Gospel Macabre
1. Into The Chamber
Order acausal
Broken boundaries
Divine command
Mark your entrance with steel!
Reborn through centuries
The serpent laid its root
Human fucking slavery
Enlightening
Reborn through centuries
The serpent laid its root
Human fucking slavery
Obedience
Dying from inside, the abyss opens wide
Chained through redemption thine bitter salvation
Dying from inside, the abyss opens wide
Plague, death-disease, his poison is unleashed
Into the chamber
Reborn through centuries
The serpent laid its root
Human fucking slavery
Enlightening
Into the chamber of spiritual depths
Through dark waters the mystery reveals
The tongues are many, telling a truth reversed
For I am its mouth
All sigils encarved, and thy law shines blacker than black!
Dying from inside, the abyss opens wide
Chained through redemption thine bitter salvation
Dying from inside, the abyss opens wide
Plague, death-disease, his poison is unleashed
2. Sword Of Azazel
Strength given, "God" dominates
Grant us enlightening
Betrayal to humankind
Angel of death
War, thy prophecy
Sword of Azazel
Rise
Dominate
Unleash, knowledge to his lambs
They fought, they fell
By the sword of Azazel
War, the desert sings
Sword of Azazel
Strength given, "God" dominates
Grant us enlightening
Betrayal to humankind
Angel of death
War, prophecy complete
Demon Azazel
3. The Sacrament Seed
Cursed be my knowledge, pain be the gate of thine
For now I caress the disease
And now I can look through these eyes
Through oceans it shall float, pulse, the hammering curse
I caress the blood of Kingu
Yet untouched but still marked
For thee demands perfection
Open up like a whore
Greater fear, reward
So come forth in the shape of a serpent
And make my ritual complete
Black pounding penetration within dignity
These wounds are now bound to be yours
Death be the orgasm, pain be the gate of mine
Expose yourself to me, lay trust in these eyes
A chalice filled with seed
Drink up and feel him breathe
Bow on the altar and bleed
As the ritual proceeds
So come forth in the shape of a serpent
And make my prayer complete
Black pounding penetration within dignity
These wounds are now instruments of yours
4. Temple Of Flesh
Darkness breaths through open wounds
A servant observes what man may feel - deny
Behind the curtain and within the temple of flesh
There lies the key
Life denial
His holy presence but not in the shape of himself
For it was but angels who sang about times to come
Drunk from a song through eleven horizons black
Bleeding from the garden of Eden
Kneel unto these words
Clearly spoken
Through me
Light now flows through rivers black
Burning bright like angels three
Thy eye observing
And written was the testimony
From the tomb of this temple
His holy presence but not in the shape of himself
For it was but angels who sang about times to come
Drunk from a song through eleven horizons black
Bleeding from the garden of Eden
Kneel unto these words
Clearly spoken
Through me
A gospel for the damned
Blood is sworn and veins are empty
Morning star how you shineth through me!
Invocation - this temple is yours as I drink from the
chalice with the blood of my own
Uttermost submission through truth
as the pattern reveals so clear through the sky
Let the storm come and let it be like cold spears
through the very core of man
Uttermost submission through truth
Let this be thy seal and let this be thy law
And oh so it burns when the self is torched by your claws
5. Gospel Macabre
A thousand razors
A thousand stars
Countless prayers and even more gates
A greater pain
A greater rebirth
For I know we are many in here
Blind echoes, thine instruments
Infection, demons bitter voices
Oh what terror there will be when the gospel shineth through me
Macabre, the gospel of the soul
Great morning star burning like a thousand deserts
Oh malformed trumpets above a golden dawn
All turns to ashes
As Yahweh bleeds
A thousand razors
A thousand stars
Countless prayers and even more gates
A greater pain
A greater rebirth
For I know we are many in here
Blind echoes, thine instruments
Infection, demons bitter voices
Oh what terror there will be when the gospel shineth through me
Macabre, the gospel of the soul
Great morning star burning like a thousand deserts
Oh father Satan above the golden dawn
All turns to ashes
Yahweh bleeds...
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