"Death Faceless Chaos" lyrics
Near the voice of Nastur in his almightyness
Hear the whispering afflicting the crapulent stormrace
In the middle of the unspeaking eye
In the black night maze
Near the yell his breadth through his serpent-fangs
Tearing the holy silence apart
For the holy silence apart
For the cursed faceless
One is processing the funeral sound of our almighty
Blackend hordes our hate our wills are his power
Released for the glory of our redeemer
Who has know all the evil before us
The tyrannical secrets of time?
Though my match not the dead man that bore us
Though the heathen outface and outlive us
And our lives and our laughing are twain
Forgive us our virtues, forgive us our lady of pain
Death faceless chaos
I am the master-spirit who live down below
Below any human kind, behind every sorrow
Down in hell my obscurity evolve in the way of hatred
For the splendour of torture and the joy of pain
I am Nastur the great black one king of the damned
Prince of destruction through these arts
I puke my passion of uninvited dissection and drown myself into putrefaction
My delite of disgust my disgust of delight lead me to the
Irremediable thought that all the one live the darkness
In the middle of all lives the one who is all darkness
And darkness will be eternal since everything bows before the lord
Under the nellish frozen chants of our demons
The faceless one is processing through god's own decadence
Screaming to death, the laws of your infernal chaos
Die with company in eternal hell of the most tormented souls
Who has know all the evil before us
The tyrannical secrets of time?
Though my match not the dead man that bore us
Though the heathen outface and outlive us
Death faceless chaos
Cursed faceless one defying the holy dogs
Death faceless chaos
The ultimate hammer of war in the face of god
Hear the whispering afflicting the crapulent stormrace
In the middle of the unspeaking eye
In the black night maze
Near the yell his breadth through his serpent-fangs
Tearing the holy silence apart
For the holy silence apart
For the cursed faceless
One is processing the funeral sound of our almighty
Blackend hordes our hate our wills are his power
Released for the glory of our redeemer
Who has know all the evil before us
The tyrannical secrets of time?
Though my match not the dead man that bore us
Though the heathen outface and outlive us
And our lives and our laughing are twain
Forgive us our virtues, forgive us our lady of pain
Death faceless chaos
I am the master-spirit who live down below
Below any human kind, behind every sorrow
Down in hell my obscurity evolve in the way of hatred
For the splendour of torture and the joy of pain
I am Nastur the great black one king of the damned
Prince of destruction through these arts
I puke my passion of uninvited dissection and drown myself into putrefaction
My delite of disgust my disgust of delight lead me to the
Irremediable thought that all the one live the darkness
In the middle of all lives the one who is all darkness
And darkness will be eternal since everything bows before the lord
Under the nellish frozen chants of our demons
The faceless one is processing through god's own decadence
Screaming to death, the laws of your infernal chaos
Die with company in eternal hell of the most tormented souls
Who has know all the evil before us
The tyrannical secrets of time?
Though my match not the dead man that bore us
Though the heathen outface and outlive us
Death faceless chaos
Cursed faceless one defying the holy dogs
Death faceless chaos
The ultimate hammer of war in the face of god
