Hyaline (Devil Bless Us) Lyrics


From emptiness, Devil bless us.

Desirous messiah, drain your projects deep.

Sapience malign their vacant rooms.

No longer upon their room.

Incest, the clay of man.

Oh nativity, the cumming of children.

This pale throne.

Churning legates---eight thrones cast.

Our fathers, seven iron gates.

Mortal fruit, gates convex and demure.

Worship, the fatal key.

Worship the evil God’s.

Offering our sins.

Offering our sins.

Offering our sins.