The Fall Of The Idols Of Flesh Lyrics - Inexorable - Angel Corpse

Dash against the rocks the sickling and his cries 

Break the back of the steed upon you ride 

Boiling bodies of water, to glass the sand 

And may mother's breasts shrivel and dust 

Tongues shall be cut from gaping mouths 

For I voice a culling course towards desolation 

Yet those chained to their own foul flesh 

Know only obsolescence- their nakedness 

Push the rabble back, to the victor come the spoils 

Work to certain death the labor that toils 

Bloat and putrefy that which flowers 

And tear from womb the bleating babe 

The blind and wretched shall be left to rot 

The diseased and alme dispatched 

Give me your sick, your meek, your lowly 

For I will kick the dogs when they are down 

For I am the inferno 

And you the kindling you the fuel 

And I am the vulture 

Feasting on your idols of flesh 

I am the shepherd and you my flock 

The lightning strike that splits the rock 

For I am wrath- vindication 

And the world my abattoir 

Visions of war dreams of anger ectasy 

A maelstorm of flame infernos of might 

Lightning phallus crack of thunder roars 

A lion in furious fight 

Cleansing fire insatiable cleaving sword 

The fall of the idols of flesh 

The stellar winds beneath my wings 

Are purest vengeance 

The firestorms within my eyes 

Black purest hate 

Of blood unvanquished blasphemies 

My will: one voice 

With strike of tumult- aftermath 

In withered flesh rejoice 

For I am the inferno 

And you the kindling you the fuel 

And I am the vulture 

Feasting on your idols of flesh 

I am the shepherd and you my flock 

The lightning strike that splits the rock 

For I am wrath- vindication 

And the world my abattoir