Thyestean Feast - Prophecy Of The Last Days lyrics

Come to domes of remorse Summoned be the first of my four beasts Rip bare the omens of cross Inhale the words, trueborn disease Beheld, White horse of savior. Above every god Dark prince Diverse from all humanflesh fooled Spread wings like horns, angelchrist Eyes for lies in mouths of truth From horns shall ten kings rise Come to domes of remorse Summoned be the second of my four beasts Rip bare the omens of cross Inhale the words, trueborn disease Hear rapture of lies, lies of god Breed the lies! Adulation of trickery, desecration of prophecy Come to domes of remorse Summoned be the third of my four beasts Rip bare the omens of cross Inhale the words, trueborn disease Before him stands two candles lit Served in faith, banquet of plague Seasons imitate march of the sick, Black as hate in vows to wake Come to domes of remorse Summoned be the last of my four beasts Rip bare the omens of cross Inhale the words, trueborn disease To slay with sword To slay with hunger To slay with d**h And with beasts of the earth