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The gates are open

And the choir for the iconoclast sings a hymn

Through a thousand tongues, with a feverish passion

For the everlasting raging fires, reaching the crumbling skyline

Embracing the falling world

The foundations rumble and the icons bleed

Stigmatas unnailed, deceived and bereaved

Through the flesh of an iconoclast

Towards the all-eating, eternal flames

Silencing the hopeless woes

Throught the current of glowing ashes

And the brimstone winds

Eternal hunger of enlightenment - The gates are open

Now feast with its knowledge - The gates are open

Become the flames, become the fire - The gates are open

And embrace the flesh of a fallen god - The gates are open

The old snakes descend and the altars bleed

The ouroborous of death spreading its seed

Behold the screaming horns reaching the horizon

And hear its endless lamentations

The endless tidal waves arising from the abyss

Hungering the monuments and tearing them down

See the falling walls of flesh, feel the hungering flames

And see the ropes waiting in the rotten old gallows

Above the coal-blackened forgotten graves

The gates are open

So embrace the flesh of a fallen god

And feast with its knowledge

Become the flames, become the fire

The gates are open