Absu - The İnfinite And Profane Thrones - Sözleri

As we journey over to the summitWe hear the echoes of dispossessionWho is to worry about our afflictionWhen my body departs from the shameThe wickedness my sinfullnessYou may swell to the elysian fieldsBut the befall of Marduk will trace the literal thruthThe Utuk xul! Wine's Holy Fool!Whereby to capture and atone the clouded soulThe weeping apparition looks for durationConjectures of being vulgar, then godless waysEuphony sounds the sanctum bellI will structure the ordained spellGuide the mistress versus the throneHere's the first seed of the inquisitionBlack lake current sailed past the rushesDismal heights will melt the scarlet snowI'll give my sorrow to the lady in white'O' pale flower, you'll feel the vein in depth.'The wanderers of the erodedThe gates of Ganzir!The Magnum OpusThe Xenolith!Monuments of a vanquished civilizationA cenotaph of theomorphic conjurationsSempiternity of the ones of our underworldArchetypal images awaits the declivityInfinite and profane thronesAbsymal sighs of the damnedFeel the intention by depressing your own god.


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