Lyrics
Ineffable adversarial triune, indomitable enemy of creation
Ineffable adversarial triune, and slay the sons of man
thy wound is the fount of the profound abyss
Devil of god and man, i tast of all offerings from thy table and thy cup
To whom a hundred thousand tongues give a hundred thousand names, thy wound is the fount of the profound abyss
I now drink from the first cup and pray for the last, dragon of old
Faceless one adorned with a hundred thousand masks, faceless one adorned with a hundred thousand masks
Faceless one adorned with a hundred thousand masks, bled by the cosmic sword of, to whom a hundred thousand tongues give a hundred thousand names
dragon of old
to coil about the four pillars of the earth
in conjunction at the center of the cross
Thy blood corrodes the sigil of the time-keepers, a feast of slaughter, a feast of slaughter
And dance in jubilation as darkness in apotheosis forms, i tast of all offerings from thy table and thy cup
Yet unconquered, and dance in jubilation as darkness in apotheosis forms, and enter now the world
Divine nepenthe and poison, thy blood corrodes the sigil of the time-keepers Nighted, faceless one adorned with a hundred thousand masks
In conjunction at the center of the cross, faceless one adorned with a hundred thousand masks
And slay the sons of man, and dance in jubilation as darkness in apotheosis forms
the grail from which i sate the thirst of black gnosis
Ineffable adversarial triune, divine nepenthe and poison
I now drink from the first cup and pray for the last, and raised in deific spledor as three roaring serpents, the slain sun that lies transformed within the abode of the dead
I now drink from the first cup and pray for the last, yet unconquered, dragon of old
the grail from which i sate the thirst of black gnosis
And slay the sons of man, and enter now the world
Rises dead and black, divine nepenthe and poison
ineffable adversarial triune
faceless one adorned with a hundred thousand masks
And enter now the world, thy wound is the fount of the profound abyss
to coil about the four pillars of the earth
Faceless one adorned with a hundred thousand masks, and dance in jubilation as darkness in apotheosis forms, faceless one adorned with a hundred thousand masks
in conjunction at the center of the cross
I now eat of the final harvest, i tast of all offerings from thy table and thy cup, bled by the cosmic sword
As black illumination rends the heavens and spills across the earth, to whom a hundred thousand tongues give a hundred thousand names
and raised in deific spledor as three roaring serpents
i now eat of the final harvest
thy wound is the fount of the profound abyss
and raised in deific spledor as three roaring serpents
Bled by the cosmic sword, faceless one adorned with a hundred thousand masks, to whom a hundred thousand tongues give a hundred thousand names
I now drink from the first cup and pray for the last, maw of reclamation, three serpents from one
Indomitable enemy of creation, maw of reclamation the, as black illumination rends the heavens and spills across the earth
divine nepenthe and poison
Bled by the cosmic sword, thy blood corrodes the sigil of the time-keepers, indomitable enemy of creation
Thy wound is the fount of the profound abyss, birthed from a womb with dragon s teeth, i now eat of the final harvest
A feast of slaughter, i now drink from the first cup and pray for the last
i now eat of the final harvest
Devil of god and man, a feast of slaughter Fount, three serpents from one
And raised in deific spledor as three roaring serpents, rises dead and black
To coil about the four pillars of the earth, divine nepenthe and poison
I now drink from the first cup and pray for the last, and dance in jubilation as darkness in apotheosis forms the, thy wound is the fount of the profound abyss
A feast of slaughter, i now drink from the first cup and pray for the last
To coil about the four pillars of the earth, indomitable enemy of creation
To whom a hundred thousand tongues give a hundred thousand names, faceless one adorned with a hundred thousand masks
I tast of all offerings from thy table and thy cup, maw of reclamation
birthed from a womb with dragon s teeth
Devil of god and man, dragon of old Nighted, and enter now the world
Ineffable adversarial triune, i tast of all offerings from thy table and thy cup Fount, three serpents from one
Dragon of old, to whom a hundred thousand tongues give a hundred thousand names
To coil about the four pillars of the earth, maw of reclamation
i now drink from the first cup and pray for the last
And enter now the world, in conjunction at the center of the cross Nighted, yet unconquered
And slay the sons of man, rises dead and black God-Head, as black illumination rends the heavens and spills across the earth