From the Devil's Tomb Lyrics

God of Archaic Evil: we bow to Thy splendor.
We cower in Thy presence - silent, bleeding.
Primordial Gnostic Fountain: we succumb to Thy wisdom;
Our hearts burn in elation by Thine unfolding mysteries.
Preachers of the good word embrace the children;
Cries of innocence are drowned by coarse hands.
So we lurk in the shadows - heaving, seething,
They fulfill Thy will, so it is done!
From the rosaries drip sweat and unripe blood,
Of the tender flesh, that quiver in pain.
O, throbbing salvation... gentle words:
Flock of redemption, deliverance divine.

Cadence fury
Venomous fire!
Arise My Lord
Through the mortem pyre!
And pull me under
The earth asunder,
INTO THE DEVIL'S TOMB!
[lead: A.VIII.]
[lead: V.M.]

The Devil's tomb
Is a temple of faith;
A church of persuasion;
A mosque of blind devotion.
'Tis where He anoints
The seekers of Tehom,
Architects of Jahannaum;
Prophets of the Earth.

Within this Kingdom,
Arise no conceptions
Nor any a**ertions
Of man's diktat; yet,
Pillars of arrogance,
Volitions of pride,
Icons of asceticism,
Sing His praise in unison.
... From the Devil's Tomb!

God of Archaic Evil: we bow to Thy splendor.
We cower in Thy presence - silent, bleeding.
Primordial Gnostic Fountain: we succumb to Thy wisdom;
Our hearts burn in elation by Thine unfolding mysteries.
Thy grace forever felt: stigma diabolicum,
At the halls of redemption, in the tears of the blind.
Providence hath revealed Thy ubiquitous a**ertion,
Flawless manifestation in the deeds of the insane.