Salacious Gods - Manifest Of The Phantoms Fasade lyrics

Impaled raider-angels chest A battered sculpture here manifests Woe - Begone souls Crowd the world in under Arcane As a horde yet kept asuder Profane Cruel defected angels Ensnared in sweet rapture Yet cursing and rejecting their sins Descending steep stairs Of black frosty stone Approaching the vault Of the ones a**umed condoned From the walls grabble claws Of a voracious kind Lasvicious gods laughter Resounds in the halls like thunder Draw the sabre offered to you from The scabbard in the phantoms globed hand And chop away Feel free from grace Blistering dead mist looms up from The phosphorous wells like acid steam Noxious gas invades the weak things Of the damned as they crowd Themselves stairward But held down by the sabre- Wielding lords Take the meat-dish offered to you and The goblet from the phantoms gloved hand Sink your teeth into the flesh of your prey You have given rein To your malicious ways Mangeled and torn Hangs the torso with angelwings Amongst my gates ebony xylography No crawling back From underworld purgatory To heavens filled with hypocrisy Take the banner handed to you and The dagger from the phantoms gloved hand To lead the way