FUNERAL MIST LYRICS

1. In Nomine Domini

In the name of the Lord,
I come against you — carried forth by the wind of your fall
Behold and ponder;
Hell is made anew — the brimstone comes alive

Come and greet the judgment — in which you shall dissolve
Bow and give thanks for we have pillaged God — and made his vengeance our own

In the name of the Lord,
I come against you — high on the sweet irony of the cross
Behold and ponder;
You will have no peace — no restless and rootless fall

Come now, greet the downfall — of your revered free will
Bow and give thanks for we have built on death — and made her hunger our home

In the name of the Lord,
I come against you — carried forth by the wind of your fall
Accept now the flame
In which you shall be cleansed

Behold and ponder;
Hell is made anew
See now, the brimstone of my psalms come alive
Accept now the faith in which you shall devolve

Come and greet the judgment — in which you shall dissolve
Bow and give thanks for we have pillaged — and made his vengeance our own

2. Naught But Death

Thick flows the river of depravity
And thick flows the flood of vile sin
We sing softly to the gates for them to open
And let the holy fire in

Have no mercy upon us, Lord
We seek no justice, only death

Earth's heavenly mirror lies broken
And the web of souls has been torn apart
Take now this handful of whoredom and filth
And fill the hole in your heart

Have no mercy upon us, Lord
We seek no justice, We seek no trial or chance
Have no mercy, Lord
We seek naught but death

Waken now sinner and consider
The itching teeth of what's to come
All that you've created even that sign from God
Shall with you now be undone

Have no mercy upon us, Lord
We seek no justice, we seek no trial or chance
Have no mercy, Lord
Let perdition rise and take form

The moon is bleeding the sky is sackcloth and ash
Have no mercy, Lord
Let our destruction run its course
We stand measured in the now
Blessed but yet to earn
The language of the void
The lost tongue of the depths
Beneath us float spells of power
Above us worlds of light
The phlegm of the Holy Mother

We hang gutted on the cross
Cleansed but yet to learn
The mantras of the dead
The chorus of decay
Before us lie aeons of black
Behind us shreds of life
The skin of the first and the last

3. Shedding Skin

Here is your redeemer!
Here is your hope!
Here is your messiah!
Worship him now!
Worship him!

Without sin and full of heaven
Furiously searching our reins and hearts
888 the hinge is a priestess
Shedding skin in the sacristy

And if thou be the ONE son of God cast thyself down!
Cast thyself down!

For we have vowed to poison the sky
We even brought songs from the city of blood
Angels kneel as darkness descends
Shedding skin on the throne of light

Here is your saviour!
Here is your trust!
Here is your messiah!
Worship him now
Let him in!

Without skin and full of heaven
Furiously searching our reins and hearts
888 the lamb is ascending
Shedding sins in the realm above

And if thou be the ONE son of God cast thyself down!
Cast thyself down!

For we have come to conquer he lie
Armed with true sight and the worm that cuts rock
Crosses bow as the eye opens
Shedding skin on the throne of light

Here is your redeemer!
Here is your hope!
Here is your messiah!
Worship him now!
Shedding skin!

4. Cockatrice

Locked in a constant search for a host
God's chosen parasites gather
Beyond the burning skies of the utmost north
The descent of a sun...of flesh and blood

Spawn of damnation's bride
Line of the cockatrice

Behold the bond-slaves of the vampire star
Behold the twin-river demon
And now a flash-flood of rot and of human tar
The temple of Mammon...still standing tall

Web woven from the trust of the viper
Rope made from the pride of a rat
Serving as knights of the illusion
Chosen as lords of the great lie

By ancient law we've lost our right to exist
For have we not brought upon ourselves damnation?
Yet we never expected Hell to look like this
An inferno with flames...of flesh and blood

Breed of deception's tribe
Line of the cockatrice

Numb in the poisonous net of Sirion's will
Stuck in the snares of the hidden hand
And as the true blood of the north is frozen still
The tower of the flame...is bound to fall

Web woven from the trust of the viper
Rope made from the pride of a rat
Serving as knights of the illusion
Chosen as lords of the great lie

5. Metamorphosis

Behold! We come with manna drawn from Heaven
Ancient portals stand prepared
Come now, soar with us above the many waters
The world starts here and now

Hearken! We brought the voice of the hidden realm
Mute explosions lead the way
Come now, give ear to the silent roar
Of the metamorphosis

As fallen from the heavens — As granted from above
Forbidden harvest divine, the very flesh of the gods
Succumb now to the spirit and succumb now to the void
And succumb now to the darkness in which you shall evolve

Behold! We come with manna drawn from heaven
Nameless dimensions lay ahead
Come now, and kneel before the spirit
Of this holy elixir

Hearken! We brought the voice of the hidden realm
Tongueless knowledge falls like rain
Come now, accept the dense fear
In which you shall evolve

As fallen from the heavens — As granted from above
Forbidden harvest divine, the very flesh of the gods
Succumb now to the spirit and succumb now to the void
And succumb now to the darkness in which you shall evolve

As fallen from the heavens — As granted from above
Forbidden harvest divine, the very flesh of the gods
Succumb now to the spirit and succumb now to the void
And succumb now to the darkness in which you shall evolve

6. Within The Without

In golden flames, the old self is burning
Worlds tremble as my cup overflows
Former deserts flooded with spirit
Come! Bask now in the glow of the rebirth

Six hours of falling forever
Through the loops of the refiner's void
A furnace of spiritual plenum
Cruel wheel of unrelenting ego death

I give in to the void — lest we be trapped in here forever
Lest we be — within the without

Observing myself from the left wall
Each candle a waterfall of gold
The blue room vibrates to gain power
No past, no future, only now

Sudden metamorphosis burst forth
Waves of latent divinity released
The remnants of the lower self lie shattered
The one-ness of God splintered and dispersed

We travel inwards...

North and South collide with a thunder
East and West have merged with up and down
Time itself has long lost its meaning
All hail the new sacrament!

I give in to the void
Lest we be trapped in here forever

Most of the face appears missing
No surface has ever been dry
Hands of cold reach for my soul
No past, no future, only now

I give in to the void lest we be trapped in here forever
Lest we be stuck in the banishment — we soar within the without
I give in to the void lest we be trapped in here forever
The spirit of the new sacrament has built in us a tomb

7. Hosanna

And as our song one last time shall rise
So shall the dead — So shall the dead

From all that's dwelling below the skies
Let the false heaven's praise arise
False salvation loud proclaim and shout for the joy of the false god's name
Blessed be the song of the fraud and the sham
Blessed be the foul masquerade of the lamb
Hosanna! Behold the rise of an army of well-dressed anti-Christs

And as the one torch at last shall burn
So shall the flesh — So shall the tenets of the flesh
So shall the doctne of the womb
So shall the gospel of the birth
So shall the promise of the Lord
And as the first voice in war shall drown
So shall the last — so shall the despair of the last

And as his word now shall come alive
So shall the dead — so shall the dead

For all that's dwelling below the skies
That blind destruction that in us thrives
Holy water upon the young and holy poison under the tongue
Cherish the ashes, revere the dust
Embrace the vows of the jewel wasp
Hosanna, Stolen gospelshine — Hosanna to the false divine

And as the one law at last shall fall
So shall the flesh — so shall the tenets of the flesh
So shall the doctrine of the womb
So shall the gospel of the birth
So shall the promise of the Lord
So shall the blessings of the damned
And as our psalms one last time shall roar
So shall our doom — So shall the trumpets of our doom

8. Pallor Mortis

Smouldering tongues lips of wheat
Kissing the cross of blessed perversion
Come ride the honest lies
Of the lamb and of the dove
Hallelujah! Pallor mortis!
Holy is the blade that gave birth to the fine wound of the preacher's tongue

Gospel of salt, psalms of acid
We wash our prayers in the poisoned name of God
Wind and fire have replaced our song
Lo and behold — light and darkness have replaced our flesh
Death has become our blood

Smouldering tongues whips of breath
Licking the blood of cursed salvation
In sinless guilt we stand
And four suns shall see us burn
Hallelujah! Algor mortis!
Holy is the flame that gave birth to the ashes of the sinner's mouth

Gospel of salt, psalms of acid
We flood our gardens with the tainted wine of Christ
Fog and shadow have replaced our rays
Lo and behold — mould and decay have replaced our days
Death has become our god







FUNERAL MIST LYRICS