Awaiting the downfall of this kingdom final inquisition arise drowing the dead on blessed water dissecated priest over the altar blood in his eyes worms
earth chambers dwelled where divine turns accursed Beyond buried gateways, legions of death revealed Raised monoliths blazing altars, mountains crowded by graves
if I've always known For none but them the overthrown Deep in the shadows the prism is thine And death lying waiting within horned god sign The graves
that I gave for an eternal life Defeated by the memories that haunted my sadistic mind Follow me into my darkest desires and follow me into my grave
That allows the slaughter I'll reject a lifetime of lies For just one day of truth I'll defy the sins of man As they worship the altar of fire Crushing
breath On wings of death Blood will run red As we sever bodies from their heads We maim and kill By pure will We hail our gods Sacrifice in blood Our altar
Drink the blood of the priest as it flows from the altar Drink the blood of the priest as it flows to the grave Body of Christ it lays there before you
One night among the graves I found a sacred place Where blood of life still flows From sacrificial blows Ah, hidden from light of sun Ah, the Rites have
game See me with the twin, buck a shimmy with the gauge Wasn't bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy gettin' paid Goin' for the grips every day 'til the grave I
Veins of a Nearly Dead Boy Once There Was Hatred Once There Was Cold Now There is Only A Dark Stone Tomb With an Altar An Altar which Serves As a Bed
fall back down to my water grave Walking Dead when you leave me dry Sea serpents surround me Aqua demons - drowning me Save my soul from this grave
here Fill me up again Temporarily pacifying Feed me here Fill me up again Temporarily pacifying 2: Magdalena Overcome by your Moving temple Overcome by this Holiest of altars
In the silence of darkness, among the shadows of the dead we hear a wolf howling hungry to wake up children of the graves Unripe Vengeance! The cult
your last with our vast return As death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar
{Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldest not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done Grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue} Three
"Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy Will be done Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue" Three
And my head didn't know just who I was And I went spinning back in time And I am high upon the altar, high upon the altar, high I'm flying in Winchester