The Infinite And Profane Thrones Lyrics - Absu

As we journey over to the summit 

We hear the echoes of dispossession 

Who is to worry about our affliction 

When my body departs from the shame 

The wickedness my sinfullness 

You may swell to the elysian fields 

But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal thruth 

The Utuk xul! Wine's Holy Fool! 

Whereby to capture and atone the clouded soul 

The weeping apparition looks for duration 

Conjectures of being vulgar, then godless ways 

Euphony sounds the sanctum bell 

I will structure the ordained spell 

Guide the mistress versus the throne 

Here's the first seed of the inquisition 

Black lake current sailed past the rushes 

Dismal heights will melt the scarlet snow 

I'll give my sorrow to the lady in white 

'O' pale flower, you'll feel the vein in depth.' 

The wanderers of the eroded 

The gates of Ganzir! 

The Magnum Opus 

The Xenolith! 

Monuments of a vanquished civilization 

A cenotaph of theomorphic conjurations 

Sempiternity of the ones of our underworld 

Archetypal images awaits the declivity 

Infinite and profane thrones 

Absymal sighs of the damned 

Feel the intention by depressing your own god.