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Arkhon Infaustus - Текст песни The Fifth Inquisitor
Let them all come to me, infamous lethargy
 Bestowing the black scourge upon all abominations
 The red light of abhorrence shines and turns the vaults into heavens
 Cursing from the pool of mutilation we adore the birth of those chosen soulless
 Suffering archangel, sacrament of the suicidal door
 Bless the whore lust divine, concrete concept of Satan
 Rebellions illumination where once stood the eternal light of emptiness
 And I call upon all redempters, the grand scourge of revelations
 The altar reveals the black bishop, obscene and grotesque pantomime
 Holding the dead child with greed, he stands and claims the rights of the flesh
 Hear the riders hurt in the three locks of the circle
 I am the claws of the filth, prophesising the past
 Praying for mercy, receiving the absurd flesh before it's ghastly fecundation
 And they all come to me, and answers resounds in nothingness
 For the fifth inquisitor has arrived
 Decayed tides of glory reappears from remnants of the black plagueArkhon Infaustus - The Fifth Inquisitor - http://ru.motolyrics.com/arkhon-infaustus/the-fifth-inquisitor-lyrics.html
 And the hollow spirits trapped in carnal memories rebel
 Caricatures of angels smile with disgust on the stained glass windows
 To offer grotesque understanding to the gathered ones
 Here come from the scars of eternal war perverse mihole ian'b
 From the once dead now alive one is broken the seventh seat
 In rapture his skin become the key to the bottomless pit
 Death always comes too late to the ones suffering pain
 Angels of sickness blow into each of the horns
 Raising the cult of abominations of the read sea
 Rising the judge, drinking the vials of revelation
 The wine of whoredom reeks the filth that scarves us
 Followed by King Abaddon I will destroy the open book
 And tear down the voice of the mighty one
 As all with admire my arts, the scourge will follows the twice horned lamb
 And set my name to total adoration hearing the words spoken by my icons
 They drink from the never healing wound upon the purest of my heads











