Sola Fide II

Deathspell Omega

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They burst my veins to pieces, these wan rats inside
With their jaws so contagious of a disease
As if it dropped like pus from the twelve wings of Sammael
The primeval light inside, gift of God and the holy spirit
It bleeds, so swollen by the bubo of this pest divine
The least traces of the consolation of Eden
Were consumed by this heinous blessing in ashes

Sola fide
Sola deo infernali gloria

Verily I say unto you
There is none righteous enough to resist, no, not one
For your hands are defiled with blood
And your fingers with iniquity
Your lips have spoken lies
Your tongue has muttered perversity
The heart of a lost angel is in the earth
Yhe immaculate is abased, forevermore

Sola fide
Sola deo infernali gloria

Neither stormful convulsions nor an apex of light shall break the yoke
For he that keepeth His commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him
And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us

Some rejoice of the children's innocence and smiles
Others of their shameful defloration by the ministers of Christ
Swollen by arrogance and lust
Jesus spoke words of wisdom: Let the children come to me
What's more enthralling indeed
Than ruining through them the genesis of life itself?
Dive deep into the blue eyes of the newborn
And thou shalt get a glance of heaven
When this dive reveals despair
Hideous ruins of the glory of Hell
The serving sons of disobedience
Proclaim vengeance belongeth unto Him

Sola fide
Sola deo infernali gloria

Oh, how much sorer punishment, suppose ye
Shall he be thought worthy
Who hath trodden under the foot the Son of God
And hath counted the blood of the covenant?
Faith and devotion shall be the stones to the temple

Fanaticism and intransigence
Ignite the flaming crown of malign essence
That is your host, Lord, and our burden
Hosanna!

Fanaticism and intransigence
Ignite the flaming crown of malign essence
That is your host, Lord, and our burden
Hosanna!

The essence of Revelation lies in the fact
That it is the direct speech of God to man

Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria
Seest thou how faith wrought with his works
And by works was faith made perfect?

Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria
My God and lord of this earth
You shall henceforth be the sole object of my thoughts

Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria
Wilt thou know, O vain man
That faith without works is dead?