Dismal Liturgies - Disentomb

Their souls belong to me

I tore down their king

Now wear his broken crown

And sing hymns to the void

The wretched is me

Excavating their dread

Through hope I lured them

Toxins face my words

Hear the forked tongue choirs

The flames begin to ignite

Hordes flow through the white gates

Disciples drop to their knees

Converting those who surrender their faith

Blood flows through the white palace

Despondency will flood my conscience

Adversary, he journeys through their minds

Shrouded in embers

I hunt down the cherubs

Who wish to protect

The pillars of reverence

With rusted void spears

They implode in disgrace

Singing dismal liturgies, only I listen

When it all ends, this is what you will hear

Utopia will burn

Black smoke marks my return

Dragging him from this throne room

Watch your kingdom conquered

And face the trials of scorn from those who laid down their weapons for me

Witness me feast on your broken saviour

Devouring your god

In the final moments he will sing my dismal liturgies