Black Omens

(альбом: Cult Classic - 2022)

Death walked over and over
Hell has taken you over
Death walked over and over
Hell has taken you over

Revel in the chaos with orgasmic delight
Foam at the mouth as you gouge out your eyes
Defile from within, every joy you've found in sin
The pain in every breath will die a second death

Death walked over and over
Hell has taken you over
We are the cross, we are the pentagram
We are the angels, we are the damned
Death walked over and over

A ghost in the machine
Black omens in the sky
Carved into their flesh
Burnt into their minds

Heat inside implies the designer
Cold persistence of time
The lonely path to addition
In endless haunting visions

A ghost in the machine
Black omens in the sky
Carved into their flesh
Burnt into their minds

The high priest of blank dimensions
Blocks out your name
God giveth life
Then He taketh all away

Diseases passed among the herd
Validity for the absurd
Preying upon your weaknesses
A blood and bile sustenance
Consuming, feeding, gluttonous
A blood and bile sustenance
Screaming demons have their way
A rendezvous with destiny

We are the cross, we are the pentagram
We are the angels, we are the damned
We are the cross, we are the pentagram
We are the angels, we are the damned
Death walked over and over
Hell has taken you over