At the Behest of Their Death Lyrics


The advent of christ

shall matter not to us.

Abortus bastard,

our nemesis be gone.

Yearning to entice the

cowardice in our enemy,

so hasten the plague when

all the rats shall come.

Kings from the east

wise but three,

plotting for the prophecy

of the unborn saviour.

Of bottomless descent,

liers in wait to reap what

was sown as the virginborn.

At the behest of their death!

Enraged in hate,

wreaking havoc

in the name of Sheol.

Defeating whatever

may stand in our way!

Our diabolical anthem

so foul to their ears.

Gospel of dissonance,

pernicious cacophony.

Bewildered apostles

beseeching for repent,

desert fathers agonized

in throes of leprosy.

Chanting the name of the accuser,

unrevealed is the face of a dog.

Nocturnal is the lapse of the earth,

empire of the cross defeated before birth.

Kings from the east

wise but three,

plotting for the prophecy

of the unborn saviour.

Of bottomless descent,

liers in wait to reap what

was sown as the virginborn.

At the behest of their death!

Curse the son,

condemn the epitome,

hierarchy of scum.

Evangelists dragged through

the pits of ordeal!

Salvation repelled,

unbless the purity,

infuriate the mad.

The influx of calvary

spewed upon souls!

Deities raped by

the wind of perdition.

Mutiny to dynasty,

so splendidly elite.

An ode to atrocities

echoes to the sun.

transcend absolution,

a grandeur complete.