Smoldering In Exile — Angel Corpse

Chaos infinite- majesty of execration Squatting proud upon the throne of abomination Death profane burns bright- supreme Consuming foetid flesh of the nazarene

Rites of scourge- immolated flesh Imbibe the sorrow storm of impiety A serpent entwined in the horns of the goat Of withered angels wretched debris

Smoldering...

Tyrant of solitude and desolate beauty The scaled and blooded claws of the mighty A king for kings to victory betrothed Vestige of mercy with filth befouled

Winged shadow simulacrum Tenebrous dirge- ensanguined drums of war Iron, blood and blasphemy affirmation With grinning sepulchre as altar

He who leaps the loftiest of mountains Pride and proscription now abhorred Smoldering in exile- eternal Azazael: awful lord The flesh of Besz- venom of Apophrasz The Dragon steed of the Scarlet Fornicatrix Behold magnificence: Mega Therion Six hundred and sixty six

An iron helm on horned brow crowning A warlord wreathed bold with lightning Obsidian splendor- of starless purity The bringer enflamed of dawns and destiny

Of strength, cloven stature and wisdom unknown The wellspring from which all blasphemies flow The sadistic triumph for which I yearn The mighty inferno in which I burn...

Smoldering in exile