Praise to the Light and Day of Infernal Hell rising. An Infernal Diatribe by Vexen Crabtree, an ugly mockery of death.
1. | Lucifer, who art the Light and Way, Thou drivest night and illusion away; O Life of Light, whose imminence shows The lovelight in us in hell below. |
---|
|
2. | Unholy Lord, in groaning prayer We ask tonight thy lustful stare; O grant us calm repose in thee, A sensual night from worry free. |
---|
|
3. | Waking surely reddened those eyes may be, Still our hearts see the beauty in thee; Let thy fist stretch out for knowledge love Smash the corruption we loathe above. |
---|
|
4. | Behold, O God, your pitifull will to quell The crafts and subtleties of hell; Lying God sheep thou hast mislead, Triumphant, victims minds are fully bled. |
---|
|
5. | All praise to God in folly be, All praise, Infernal Soldier to thee, Within our bodies, the power we adore Strong love and minds for evermore. |
---|