Dirge Inferno (live)
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β±οΈ 6:46 duration
π ID: 4167835
π Lyrics
Carrion my name
For those who choose to mouth the curse
A tragic serenade
With Judas in my stride
The gothic halls of shame
Where statues coldly hold no worse
Than the murders I reclaim
From a dark, forsaken time
Kissing heaven, spent
He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge
Wishing to repent
For the brute that ravaged free
In slight hands beauty weeps
Conquest's deep methodical screwing
Hurt repeatedly
Like the world wound at his feet
Dirge Inferno
As it is written, damn it
So let it be wrung
From throats of those in overthrow
The past at last has come
A savage bite without respite
Pervades the freezing air
This winter chill, grist for his mill
If tears of joy will blear elsewhere
And church bells drown in the cracks of doom
The storms above us hew
As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues
Deflowering two by two
Hissing, malcontent
He storms the skies on electric dis charge
Pissing in contempt
On the effigies of the weak
Killing all resolve
The great beast simmers, his scarlet women
Spit their vitriol
On the terrified face of peace
Dirge Inferno
As it is written, damn it
So let it be wrung
From throats of those in overthrow
Our past at last has come
A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn
Have locked to hasten blood
The moon disrobes, to harden droves
Of legions pouring
These rivers press, his breath adorns
Senates and enemy seats
Whilst his power takes as ingratitude
The writhing of the weak
Wormwood my name
The poisoned star that fell to earth
And blistered free of shame
In the pits of self-rebirth
Now those caves become a garret
Overseeing endless barracks
As the waters turn to claret
And the Vatican satins burn
For those who choose to mouth the curse
A tragic serenade
With Judas in my stride
The gothic halls of shame
Where statues coldly hold no worse
Than the murders I reclaim
From a dark, forsaken time
Kissing heaven, spent
He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge
Wishing to repent
For the brute that ravaged free
In slight hands beauty weeps
Conquest's deep methodical screwing
Hurt repeatedly
Like the world wound at his feet
Dirge Inferno
As it is written, damn it
So let it be wrung
From throats of those in overthrow
The past at last has come
A savage bite without respite
Pervades the freezing air
This winter chill, grist for his mill
If tears of joy will blear elsewhere
And church bells drown in the cracks of doom
The storms above us hew
As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues
Deflowering two by two
Hissing, malcontent
He storms the skies on electric dis charge
Pissing in contempt
On the effigies of the weak
Killing all resolve
The great beast simmers, his scarlet women
Spit their vitriol
On the terrified face of peace
Dirge Inferno
As it is written, damn it
So let it be wrung
From throats of those in overthrow
Our past at last has come
A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn
Have locked to hasten blood
The moon disrobes, to harden droves
Of legions pouring
These rivers press, his breath adorns
Senates and enemy seats
Whilst his power takes as ingratitude
The writhing of the weak
Wormwood my name
The poisoned star that fell to earth
And blistered free of shame
In the pits of self-rebirth
Now those caves become a garret
Overseeing endless barracks
As the waters turn to claret
And the Vatican satins burn
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[02:24.91] Carrion my name
[02:27.02] For those who choose to mouth the curse
[02:29.85] A tragic serenade
[02:32.01] With Judas in my stride
[02:34.55] The gothic halls of shame
[02:37.03] Where statues coldly hold no worse
[02:39.58] Than the murders I reclaim
[02:41.72] From a dark, forsaken time
[02:46.94] Kissing heaven, spent
[02:51.03] He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge
[02:56.44] Wishing to repent
[03:01.31] For the brute that ravaged free
[03:04.15] In slight hands beauty weeps
[03:06.09] Conquest's deep methodical screwing
[03:08.71] Hurt repeatedly
[03:10.69] Like the world wound at his feet
[03:15.68] Dirge Inferno
[03:22.95] As it is written, damn it
[03:25.54] So let it be wrung
[03:27.59] From throats of those in overthrow
[03:29.94] The past at last has come
[03:32.72] A savage bite without respite
[03:35.20] Pervades the freezing air
[03:37.65] This winter chill, grist for his mill
[03:39.52] If tears of joy will blear elsewhere
[03:42.03] And church bells drown in the cracks of doom
[03:44.75] The storms above us hew
[03:46.99] As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues
[03:49.35] Deflowering two by two
[03:52.19] Hissing, malcontent
[03:58.65] He storms the skies on electric dis charge
[04:03.55] Pissing in contempt
[04:07.10] On the effigies of the weak
[04:11.20] Killing all resolve
[04:13.35] The great beast simmers, his scarlet women
[04:15.84] Spit their vitriol
[04:17.71] On the terrified face of peace
[04:22.93] Dirge Inferno
[04:30.37] As it is written, damn it
[04:32.96] So let it be wrung
[04:34.95] From throats of those in overthrow
[04:37.30] Our past at last has come
[05:17.87] A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn
[05:20.31] Have locked to hasten blood
[05:22.40] The moon disrobes, to harden droves
[05:24.87] Of legions pouring
[05:27.79] These rivers press, his breath adorns
[05:30.17] Senates and enemy seats
[05:32.33] Whilst his power takes as ingratitude
[05:34.73] The writhing of the weak
[05:56.98] Wormwood my name
[05:58.67] The poisoned star that fell to earth
[06:01.35] And blistered free of shame
[06:03.47] In the pits of self-rebirth
[06:05.61] Now those caves become a garret
[06:08.46] Overseeing endless barracks
[06:10.69] As the waters turn to claret
[06:12.86] And the Vatican satins burn
[06:19.36]
[02:27.02] For those who choose to mouth the curse
[02:29.85] A tragic serenade
[02:32.01] With Judas in my stride
[02:34.55] The gothic halls of shame
[02:37.03] Where statues coldly hold no worse
[02:39.58] Than the murders I reclaim
[02:41.72] From a dark, forsaken time
[02:46.94] Kissing heaven, spent
[02:51.03] He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge
[02:56.44] Wishing to repent
[03:01.31] For the brute that ravaged free
[03:04.15] In slight hands beauty weeps
[03:06.09] Conquest's deep methodical screwing
[03:08.71] Hurt repeatedly
[03:10.69] Like the world wound at his feet
[03:15.68] Dirge Inferno
[03:22.95] As it is written, damn it
[03:25.54] So let it be wrung
[03:27.59] From throats of those in overthrow
[03:29.94] The past at last has come
[03:32.72] A savage bite without respite
[03:35.20] Pervades the freezing air
[03:37.65] This winter chill, grist for his mill
[03:39.52] If tears of joy will blear elsewhere
[03:42.03] And church bells drown in the cracks of doom
[03:44.75] The storms above us hew
[03:46.99] As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues
[03:49.35] Deflowering two by two
[03:52.19] Hissing, malcontent
[03:58.65] He storms the skies on electric dis charge
[04:03.55] Pissing in contempt
[04:07.10] On the effigies of the weak
[04:11.20] Killing all resolve
[04:13.35] The great beast simmers, his scarlet women
[04:15.84] Spit their vitriol
[04:17.71] On the terrified face of peace
[04:22.93] Dirge Inferno
[04:30.37] As it is written, damn it
[04:32.96] So let it be wrung
[04:34.95] From throats of those in overthrow
[04:37.30] Our past at last has come
[05:17.87] A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn
[05:20.31] Have locked to hasten blood
[05:22.40] The moon disrobes, to harden droves
[05:24.87] Of legions pouring
[05:27.79] These rivers press, his breath adorns
[05:30.17] Senates and enemy seats
[05:32.33] Whilst his power takes as ingratitude
[05:34.73] The writhing of the weak
[05:56.98] Wormwood my name
[05:58.67] The poisoned star that fell to earth
[06:01.35] And blistered free of shame
[06:03.47] In the pits of self-rebirth
[06:05.61] Now those caves become a garret
[06:08.46] Overseeing endless barracks
[06:10.69] As the waters turn to claret
[06:12.86] And the Vatican satins burn
[06:19.36]