Our Cursed Rapture

Lost in a foreign land with the scent of pray's blood licked quick to the lips
 Hasten the blackened - all dark sentiments with the dawn of Trezzek on neigh
 Winter winds bring nostalgia of your nefarious deeds
 A satanic tumult passed down through the ages
 All saints jump in rapture for the end is near
 A gorefucked rotten whore beckons thine gaze to peer
 Within the fault - abysmal blackened frost
 An altar of Braktal O'Minn with hecates fruits of lust
 Of luciferian cusps we were united
 With her lips wrapped around my pole
 Like the birds and the bees we fucked in the breeze with the trees amidst our lull
 And then a primordial spur bereft of conscious fervor
 My insaciable lust for blood surged
 I had to be this way
 For no common shrugs of dark covenant would suffice but sacrifice
 And then I turned whispering psalms up in arms of prophetic dark verses
 To serve as curses abound - to seal the deal
 "Amnu Naak Beru- Naak Baran"
 I chanted to seal the deal as my countenance reeled
 [Solo - Mike Low]
 At last - since time has passed clean
 Straight through our fingers - a reminder of the cause
 Preservation's tactics from a free of life will
 Star studded and blackened our path
 In the end they would say of the purpose we'd lain forth
 Cast from the start
 They've tainted our thoughts with a false discipline
 Now forgone and left with bitter loss
 A product of their virtue in the realm of sin
 Azazel's children rise up
 In the true end we shall laugh with our kin
 And drink from life's blood from the chalice within
 Rampant in part but we stole from the start
 The secrets of eternal life and heaven's pleasures sought
 Our cursed rapture