Rituals Sceptrus Lyrics
Are sinking in the mistTheir weeping’s like a brandAnd dogs are waitingBy the crossesFor the night to comeCome from the abyssDo not unfetter usDo not let the words soundJust as a pearlPick the satiating fruitsAnd dies of delicious tasteSo the mist makesThe thorny shrub lie fighterOn the crucified headWake your lips upWake your arms upLike a lost soul when prayingGive the sceptreThe sceptre of SatanThe subjectsWithout dreamsWithout powerOn their kneesLament overwhelms the darknessPriests sweep their eyesOver burning crossesPriests angrily lookAre the prayer weepingThe prayerPrayer in bloodThe prayerPrayer for bloodAnd the death of themTurned his voiceTo the skyAnd the demented riff-raffIs crying, tears all aroundUnchained hands that tearThroats to piecesSa that they won’t sound again
Christ Agony Rituals Sceptrus
