An onwards assault on the prejudice who conceal their dissolution with illusions
Head first
Charged by the energies sustaining esoteric fire
Into the church, guided by sorrowful disdain for the enemy
Blasted with a tome of hellfire, gored and torn apart by the caliber of the weaponry
Blocking off all exits
Flames of confinement trap the herd like a cage
Wicked servants chanting for all to pay
Cursing their chapel
The cross inverts while the hopeless pray
Lift the veil of reality
Adey Vocar Avage Beelzebuth
Purple flame now lift all of them
Constricting their limbs as if bound to a cross
May these false prophets return true sons of Man
Adey Vocar Avage Beelzebuth
Purple flame now lift all of them
Constricting their limbs as if bound to a cross
May these false prophets return true sons of Man
Behold the Tome of Hellfire
Nonbelievers expunged by cleansing bane
Retching in the graves
The remnants of hypocrisy
Expelling the reign of false gods
Wrongly interpreted by the weakness in humans
Our oneness diminishes as we sink into worthless greed
Yet the spirit never withers
Surrounded in kindred blood and black mass
We exit this life through smoke and flame
Destroying cultures
Erasing the earliest creations of sentience
We are led blind to deny what is given to us from the world
We all die
It's the natural order of all ways
Don't be afraid there's nothing left anyway
At the end of times
When the world lights ablaze
These are my final words
Long live the cult of humanity
Wrongly interpreted by the weakness in humans
Our oneness diminishes as we sink into worthless greed
Yet the spirit never withers
Reigning presence
Allow us to lift them into serenity
Through violence their call is received
A tragedy of death and sacrifice
Dismiss them to the afterlife
All hail the king
Adey Vocar Avage Beelzebuth
Purple flame now lift all of them
Constricting their limbs as if bound to a cross
May these false prophets return true sons of Man
Shrine of Malice - Tome of Hellfire Lyrics
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An onwards assault on the prejudice who conceal their dissolution with illusions
Head first
Charged by the energies sustaining esoteric fire
Into the church, guided by sorrowful disdain for the enemy
Blasted with a tome of hellfire, gored and torn apart by the caliber of the weaponry
Blocking off all exits
Flames of confinement trap the herd like a cage
Wicked servants chanting for all to pay
Cursing their chapel
The cross inverts while the hopeless pray
Lift the veil of reality
Adey Vocar Avage Beelzebuth
Purple flame now lift all of them
Constricting their limbs as if bound to a cross
May these false prophets return true sons of Man
Adey Vocar Avage Beelzebuth
Purple flame now lift all of them
Constricting their limbs as if bound to a cross
May these false prophets return true sons of Man
Behold the Tome of Hellfire
Nonbelievers expunged by cleansing bane
Retching in the graves
The remnants of hypocrisy
Expelling the reign of false gods
Wrongly interpreted by the weakness in humans
Our oneness diminishes as we sink into worthless greed
Yet the spirit never withers
Surrounded in kindred blood and black mass
We exit this life through smoke and flame
Destroying cultures
Erasing the earliest creations of sentience
We are led blind to deny what is given to us from the world
We all die
It's the natural order of all ways
Don't be afraid there's nothing left anyway
At the end of times
When the world lights ablaze
These are my final words
Long live the cult of humanity
Wrongly interpreted by the weakness in humans
Our oneness diminishes as we sink into worthless greed
Yet the spirit never withers
Reigning presence
Allow us to lift them into serenity
Through violence their call is received
A tragedy of death and sacrifice
Dismiss them to the afterlife
All hail the king
Adey Vocar Avage Beelzebuth
Purple flame now lift all of them
Constricting their limbs as if bound to a cross
May these false prophets return true sons of Man
Head first
Charged by the energies sustaining esoteric fire
Into the church, guided by sorrowful disdain for the enemy
Blasted with a tome of hellfire, gored and torn apart by the caliber of the weaponry
Blocking off all exits
Flames of confinement trap the herd like a cage
Wicked servants chanting for all to pay
Cursing their chapel
The cross inverts while the hopeless pray
Lift the veil of reality
Adey Vocar Avage Beelzebuth
Purple flame now lift all of them
Constricting their limbs as if bound to a cross
May these false prophets return true sons of Man
Adey Vocar Avage Beelzebuth
Purple flame now lift all of them
Constricting their limbs as if bound to a cross
May these false prophets return true sons of Man
Behold the Tome of Hellfire
Nonbelievers expunged by cleansing bane
Retching in the graves
The remnants of hypocrisy
Expelling the reign of false gods
Wrongly interpreted by the weakness in humans
Our oneness diminishes as we sink into worthless greed
Yet the spirit never withers
Surrounded in kindred blood and black mass
We exit this life through smoke and flame
Destroying cultures
Erasing the earliest creations of sentience
We are led blind to deny what is given to us from the world
We all die
It's the natural order of all ways
Don't be afraid there's nothing left anyway
At the end of times
When the world lights ablaze
These are my final words
Long live the cult of humanity
Wrongly interpreted by the weakness in humans
Our oneness diminishes as we sink into worthless greed
Yet the spirit never withers
Reigning presence
Allow us to lift them into serenity
Through violence their call is received
A tragedy of death and sacrifice
Dismiss them to the afterlife
All hail the king
Adey Vocar Avage Beelzebuth
Purple flame now lift all of them
Constricting their limbs as if bound to a cross
May these false prophets return true sons of Man
Writer: Greg Gilbert
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