Stench Of High Heaven — Immolation

Father in Heaven, a desolate kingdom His paradise, his promise, a faded flame extinguished by the dark Lifetimes of devotion...eternities of nothing The place for which you long, eludes and embitters

In the hands of fools and liars...trade your lives for grace Your souls are weak and empty, now kiss his throne of sorrow From crooked tongues...takes of pristine glory

Consumed by flames it burns, the fall of the holy kingdom

So high... Absurd... Sickening...is the stench of high heaven

Through the clouds Through the lies You'll never see what's never been At the passing of life and the coming of death Pass not through it's gates, but into the dark

No light... No love... No glory... No heaven...

Fallen has the king...fallen has the kingdom Fall into uplifted arms below The stench of heaven...lingers above Sour is the air But soon the air will clear