
Deacon Of Death
Violent Sin
Serpent's Call • 2023
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Lyrics
Breaking doors of the holy church.
We are plodding to the choir.
You have many to confess.
The pyre of delusion waits for his fire.
Sacraments in blood!
Deacon of Death, guide us here.
I felt, I feel, I feel your fears.
I seek, I see, your terror my dear.
We concepted ideas of your torments.
For what you've done to mind's clearness.
Sense of pleasure, sense of pain.
Could you absolve a world's complaint?
I am delighted by your loss.
your saviour dead upon the cross.
Satan's impurity I will proclaim.
I will make you scream his name.
We summon the unholy ghost,
it's time for you, deacon, to absolve.
I'll bless you in ashes, i'll make you obscene.
In heaven you'll tell them what you've seen.
Deacon, deacon, your soul I bless.
Deacon, deacon, fiend of the end.
We are plodding to the choir.
You have many to confess.
The pyre of delusion waits for his fire.
Sacraments in blood!
Deacon of Death, guide us here.
I felt, I feel, I feel your fears.
I seek, I see, your terror my dear.
We concepted ideas of your torments.
For what you've done to mind's clearness.
Sense of pleasure, sense of pain.
Could you absolve a world's complaint?
I am delighted by your loss.
your saviour dead upon the cross.
Satan's impurity I will proclaim.
I will make you scream his name.
We summon the unholy ghost,
it's time for you, deacon, to absolve.
I'll bless you in ashes, i'll make you obscene.
In heaven you'll tell them what you've seen.
Deacon, deacon, your soul I bless.
Deacon, deacon, fiend of the end.
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