Текст (слова) песни: Absu - The infinite and profane thrones
As we journey over to the summit We hear the echoes of dispossession Who is to worry about our affliction When my body departs from the shame The wickedness my sinfullness You may swell to the elysian fields But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal thruth The Utuk xul! Wine`s Holy Fool! Whereby to capture and atone the clouded soul The weeping apparition looks for duration Conjectures of being vulgar, then godless ways Euphony sounds the sanctum bell I will structure the ordained spell Guide the mistress versus the throne Here`s the first seed of the inquisition Black lake current sailed past the rushes Dismal heights will melt the scarlet snow I`ll give my sorrow to the lady in white `O` pale flower, you`ll feel the vein in depth.` The wanderers of the eroded The gates of Ganzir! The Magnum Opus The Xenolith! Monuments of a vanquished civilization A cenotaph of theomorphic conjurations Sempiternity of the ones of our underworld Archetypal images awaits the declivity Infinite and profane thrones Absymal sighs of the damned Feel the intention by depressing your own god.
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