Saints of Blasphemy - Angel Corpse

I who wait and writhe and wrestle With air that hath no boughs to nestle My body weary of empty clasp Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp Give me the sign of t

Born of sin and sacrifice The tyrant seed of Germanicus Destined for kingdoms of slaughter Morbid revelations and incest A viper lurking in the bosom of Rome Wh

The frozen has lain forlorn too many ages Wasting away in the crucible of space Drawing down the hallowed darkness Arms outstretched embracing ecstacies of hate

Bearing at the edges of the world The hallowed arms of those Whom death hath struck down Warriors from the beyond In ranks both seen and unseen Of this the deso

Firestorm within flesh Carnivorous limpid eyes Behind ecstatic lips The crush of breath expires Profanation - Violation Hammering down war Penetration - Suffoca