Grand Feast ov the Flesh
Angerot
A rise in purpose a heathen trek to purify decimate the virgin born
Conceived in conspiracy a plot to destroy the bastard ov scorn
Assembly ov seething heretics to spit in the face ov the feeble trinity
March through the deserts with blistering feet all to end the divinity
Shed the tears ov the newly risen son
Mourn in sorrow as the darkness will eclipse the Sun
Adorned in the feathers so guiltlessly ripped from angel wings
The weeping ov lost souls sobbing lamenting in grief
Mortum - Angelus - Dominus - Triumphant orgy ov death
By the grace ov God we witness The Grand Feast ov the Flesh
The festival ov the martyr that we ingest
Feed upon the angel let us indulge as we confess
This majestic affair ov a fallen lost soul possessed
An invitation to the absolute as we honor our winged guest
Mortum - Angelus - Dominus - Triumphant orgy ov death
By the grace ov God we witness The Grand Feast
Clutching a fistfull ov the cherub’s plum
Ripping and tearing a cloud ov down fills the room
The crippled and foul lay breathless, lifeless, motionless
The feast ov the ages, a cry to the heavens ov hopelessness
The last supper marks the first ov the grand feasts galas to come
Break bread on the fallen raise our wine and sip from the martyrs grail
Council ov feeding heretics spit out the bones ov the lifeless pawn
The crimson shimmer ov bloodstained teeth we shall devour till it’s gone
The festival ov the martyr that we ingest
Feed upon the angel let us indulge as we confess
This majestic affair ov a fallen lost soul possessed
An invitation to the absolute as we honor our winged guest
Mortum - Angelus - Dominus - Triumphant orgy ov death
By the grace ov God we witness The Grand Feast ov the Flesh
The mighty bows his head and pleads as the event proceeds
A fallen soul is devoured Lord as a witness he weeps