Visions of Dis

歌詞

Behold the profane sun The center of this spinning cosmic void The shards of life, our creators dying dust The chasms call, churning lunar winds Apollo's wrath, a summons to us all When the martyr falls from grace from heaven's rusted cage The seven moons align and the abyss flows with tears When the fragments of all hope lie scattered in the sand These visions I invoke shall plague the son of man The serpents maze, the crumbling walls of gods shattered dream The ruins of light, the last throes of man Illusions fall, twisting cosmic black The grand design of this godless morning star When the martyr falls from grace from heaven's rusted cage The seven moons align and the abyss flows with tears When the fragments of all hope lie scattered in the sand These visions I invoke shall plague the son of man Bronze veils on virgin flesh The cry of souls in Pluto's wake A messiah comes on hooves of sin Salvation by the serpent's touch Awaken the realms of Dis, twirling rings of grief, fire and loss The vortex throne, misshapen perverse lust Empyrean coils cover the ebon sky The jester laughs upon his crippled cross When the martyr falls from grace from heaven's rusted cage The seven moons align and the abyss flows with tears When the fragments of all hope lie scattered in the sand These visions I invoke shall plague the son of man