Realm of Disease

from by Throne of Anguish



Unleash the tyrants of hate, we are malevolence
Unhinging heaven's gate, all hail defiance
All curses rendered, all blessings wrought
Infernal meanings, those seldom taught

Descend into our realm of disease,
And gaze upon all the blasphemies!
And burn up offerings, the clouded pall of sin
Defiant gifts of torment, to raise the damning stench

Adorn the altars in blood, and paste with feculence
Carving out the meek, to replace with insolence
Splayed before our idols, the feasting has begun
Draped in the blood of saints, we are Abomination!

No mercy for the weak!
No solace for the meek!
No quarter will be shown!
No prayers of comfort...
As we feast upon their blood!

...and fear of you, and the dread of you shall be upon every beast of the earth...
...every moving thing and every living thing shall be meat for you...
And surely your blood of your lives will I require; at the hand of man; at the hand of man's brother, will I require the life of man.
For whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man, shall his blood...
Shall be shed!


from Defiant Gifts of Torment, released June 22, 2014



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