Saints Of Sin

Shadeless motes of orphan lights

Refrain to the spurned by the setting of a dying Sun

Linger as a wisp in the chest

The Dynasty of Shadows fated to never reign

We are the abyssal children

We should not deny the Nature

Our very existence

This Gown sewn in our skin

Will be burned away with fire of pure knowledge

We hail the first to sin

And the crooked lines which misled belief

The darkness is a mantle

For the wretched to find succor

These words ring true out of the blue

We shouldn't serve instead of rule

Saints enamored of a Pregnant Dark

Once misled they've gone to die

Serving to their own desire

Saints that wished to die

Our duty is to finish what they couldn't start

Clockwise their souls are inlaid

Glutton voids imprint in the circle

Imprint of divinity shedding to immobility

As the gates are made open wide

Now witness the cracking of the sky!

The Moon plummets into the seas!

Raging tides rape the shores!

Mother is untethered as landscapes burn!

Highly sung heroes hark! As I writhe unseen

Neither king nor lowborn will stand up to me

When spurned from the stars I found rest in here

I will now be your all-powerful deity!

I will build me a throne in the top of this world

Where I once stood over all my children

I penetrate these slits as I crush the mountains

Dancing over the corpses of your puny gods!

Raping, stripping, all for our lady

Blood evaporating, making things shady

The darkness' hand, hovering over our heads

The smell of entrails, filling the air

Take that corpse, and bring it to me

Let me relieve my own depravity

Shadeless motes of phantom lights

Refrain to the spurned by the coming of the Shattered Moon

Linger as a blight in the skin

Of the harrowing church that abhor our sin!

We are the abyssal children

We have forgotten the nature of our very existence

These nails thrust in our flesh

Will be crushed with the towering might of our goddess

Fleeting hopes of hollow lives

Drained quite exquisitely to bow submissively

In lighted pools of murky blood that flows

From the severed head of an aghast priest

For we to revel in the absence of light

The imminent arrival of the Horrid Spawn

The five-pointed stars zenith at last

The ritual done now let us pray

Our nurturing mother adrift in the sky

Thy name unsaid thy wings enflamed

Let me be thy vessel O knowing one!

Let me be the hand that weaves thy wish

And slaves the thralls that prowl your fields

So that the seeds of thy return are sown

So that the bleed of thy kin be sipped

Enthroned we'll master this earth

Our dark line remains unscathed

The true heirs of this domain

Second below Mother our wills reign supreme!

We were cut off of this knowledge, now we reappear

So, preach for the ultimate sin!