DEATHSPELL OMEGA - ABSCISSION

The depths of abjection, a throne of manureBut even during the ecstasies of beatificationIt is by no means possible to separate themThe den of serpents, the knot of vipers corruption-bredAnd the balzing spirit of the mystic heaven aboveAngel browed with brassWreathed by a halo, sublime and infiniteTunneled by verminFeverish miasmas and a silent canticle

Implemini Spiritu SanctoThe scorching heat of the furnace inside galvanizesA grapevine whose roots sink deep, far into the arteriesIn contemplation the Lord of harvests long goneShall murmur obscene wonders to those who ate the grapeDesperately feeding the empty voidGrowing on innocent blood, the stronger and the greaterIn ruthless rigour, in funeral gleeImplemini Spiritu SanctoThe foam of nausea slowly rising to the teethYes! Truly adorned with the grim regalia of perdition

I shall hold high a bowl of gems of unseen radianceEnveloping spirit and will in seraphic raptureO deformity, hear the weeping prayersArise from rot, be my child! Be my promise!

The nebulae in the superior sky howled like a starving houndAboyeurs de dieu! Aboyeurs de Dieu!Implemini Spiritu Sancto