Stench Of High Heaven - Immolation

Father in Heaven, a desolate kingdom

His paradise, his promise, a faded flame extinguished by the dark

Lifetimes of devotion… eternities of nothing

The place for which you long, eludes and embitters

In the hands of fools and liars… trade your lives for grace

Your souls are weak and empty, now kiss his throne of sorrow

From crooked tongues… takes of pristine glory

Consumed by flames it burns, the fall of the holy kingdom

So high…

Absurd…

Sickening… is the stench of high heaven

Through the clouds

Through the lies

You’ll never see what’s never been

At the passing of life and the coming of death

Pass not through it’s gates, but into the dark

No light…

No love…

No glory…

No heaven…

Fallen has the king… fallen has the kingdom

Fall into uplifted arms below

The stench of heaven… lingers above

Sour is the air

But soon the air will clear