Music: Nirag & Mishrack / Lyrics: Nagrinn    I kiss the untouched heavenly carcass  As sacramental dying becomes art  Saintly pains send chills down my spine  As I penetrate the very womb of life  A venomous moon is gazing  Through my hollow soul  Forcing me to bleed  As many times before    Again I bleed... with desire  And its' savage breath reaches angel skin  Within the holy wing temptation haunt  A spit of filth moisturizing her sinful cunt  Whispers in the shape of lust  Echoes in the veins of night  As a haze of bleeding lurking souls  Among deflowered angels cries    "I feel the presence of thy arrival  As the heavens are set aflame  Ashes of serenity with the essence of rotting saints  Beautifully beckons thy infernal path  Master, for thee I raise my bloodstained blade  And plunge it through the heart of the sun"    Whispers in the shape of lust  Echoes in the veins of night  As a haze of bleeding lurking souls  Among deflowered angels cries    "I feel the presence of thy arrival  As the heavens are set aflame  Ashes of serenity with the essence of rotting saints  Beautifully beckons thy infernal path"    Master, for thee I raise my bloodstained blade  And plunge it through the heart of the sun  I plant the seed of thy sinister realm  I invoke thee Tyrant of the damned  A venomous moon is gazing  Through my hollow soul  Forcing me to bleed  As many times before  Sinful pains send chills down my spine  As I penetrate the very womb of life    As many times before    I behold the falling sky,  as my chest becomes a rapist temple  A temple of dying love,  nailed with a thousand bleeding dreams  I behold the falling sky,  as my chest becomes a rapist temple  A temple of dying love,  nailed with a thousand bleeding dreams  Dismal it lay, this shattered utopia before my eyes  And paints the last pieces of paradise with the echoes of angel cries    Master, for thee I raise my bloodstained blade  And plunge it through the heart of the sun  I plant the seed of thy sinister realm  I invoke thee Tyrant of the damned    And I'm reborn in their dismal pain  Their death, the tongue on my infected wounds  I stare into the hollow where the dust of time still moan  Upon a bleeding paradise, where angels no more roam...