Poetry For Thy Glory Lyrics
Into the most of decadence I get.To show thee my devotion my veins are open wideMy voices rage the purity, screaming for thy guide.I fall asleep in forests, thy creatures make no soundAgain I feel the prophecy in my hands.To fulfill thy desires I'm madefor worshipping thy high powerful name.I enter thy majesty, lord of the disgraceThe sorrow and the pain makes me strongerTo understand thy message through the shadow of thy wingsI salute thee, spill hot blood hailing thy horns.Thy secrets are unevocable.The gates of thy palace are a grateful death.Arming off my soul with thy hate and with thy lightColdest as a hell of ice are thy eyes, I repent to thee.Embrace me, in thy sickness I'm powerfulLight my path with thy handDiabolical Hell of night, Knight of hellLead my soul towards the dark.A chantic, a poesy made for thy gloryFill with force our hearts to be braveOur enemies will feel our wrath in thy nameFollowers, recognize the sword given to us.Lord of the Heaven, thy battle is lostOur legion hath destroyeth thy temple of loveThe ones who followed thee now denies thy weak nameOur master and king is our headBecoming one here earth and hellLet us revel in his souls of decay and sinFeasting an orgy whose blood wilt be spilt againBut now in the name of thy reignOrdering now to bend knees at the passOf thy light which blind any eye any mindShinning from thy face as a funeral moonAnd thy wind he who chants at the woods.We who were made to take up thy throneI'll wait for thy empire forever I'll beDestroying the souls of the pale and the sonWill be summoned in thy eternal pain.Forever I'll be waiting even time keeps passingI know I'm eternal, because I'm part of thy glorious legion.I adore thee, lord of the storm and fear of GodFor the eternity of thy evil I'll be chanting thy poetry...Master of darknessI'll show thee my devotionThrough my vision purelessAnd sins full of corruption.Thy gargoyles come to meI receive them with open armsServants of theeLead thy darkness as guards.Their wicked wings designed my fateWith their jaws sucked my faithFrom here an Unholiness will beMy path of repent to thee.I'm not worthy of pronouncing thy nameNeither to believe thy secrets will be shownLet me pass the gates of thy divine hellGreed, Death and impurity scorn.Satan, Father of usShow me thy will through thy gargoylesAnd all the beasts underneath I will lustAs a slave servant rejoice will preach my voice.Glaciabolous Poetry
Alastor Poetry For Thy Glory
