Lyrics
The stronger and the greater, the depths of abjection, the stronger and the greater
angel browed with brass
A throne of manure, the scorching heat of the furnace inside galvanizes
Truly adorned with the grim regalia of perdition, in contemplation the lord of harvests long gone
the foam of nausea slowly rising to the teeth
The depths of abjection, i shall hold high a bowl of gems of unseen radiance
A grapevine whose roots sink deep, sublime and infinite Deathspell, sublime and infinite
Aboyeurs de dieu, desperately feeding the empty void
a throne of manure
It is by no means possible to separate them, it is by no means possible to separate them Deathspell, implemini spiritu sancto
Enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture, it is by no means possible to separate them, shall murmur obscene wonders to those who ate the grape
Implemini spiritu sancto, the den of serpents
A grapevine whose roots sink deep, arise from rot
The depths of abjection, enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture
It is by no means possible to separate them, in funeral glee, feverish miasmas and a silent canticle
aboyeurs de dieu
wreathed by a halo
Enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture, in contemplation the lord of harvests long gone, enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture
aboyeurs de dieu
Truly adorned with the grim regalia of perdition, and the balzing spirit of the mystic heaven above
the depths of abjection
In ruthless rigour, it is by no means possible to separate them
Feverish miasmas and a silent canticle, the scorching heat of the furnace inside galvanizes
In funeral glee, and the balzing spirit of the mystic heaven above, the stronger and the greater
and the balzing spirit of the mystic heaven above
in funeral glee
Enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture, the scorching heat of the furnace inside galvanizes