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The Black Hand of the Father Full Album Lyrics

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The Black Hand of the Father

(2017)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresBlack Metal
Album rating :  –
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Lyrics > A > Antzaat Lyrics (3) > The Black Hand of the Father Lyrics (3)
Submitted by level 21 Eagles (2017-10-15)
1. Disciples of the Concrete Temple (4:05)
The flames at the bottom of the concrete temple have nearly faded to dust.
And Its disciples perform most obscure rituals, to mesmerizing chants.

Oh great Father hear our prayers,
Oh dark Mother shed your skin,
Share your wisdom with your cursed kin.

And as the moon grows colder,
I witness the lion swallowing the sun.
And in the fog,
I see the Path long lost

Oh great Father hear our prayers,
Oh dark Mother shed your skin,
Share your wisdom with your cursed kin.
2. Rite of the New Dawn (4:14)
In the fog,
In this final moment.
In the hour of damnation!
By the rite,
Of the white gold flower.
By the light of the new born dawn.
A red star shines, an evil presence.

Like a parasite gnawing on our minds.
Upsurping the will, feeding on the flame.
Draining its essence, polluting the self.

I breathe the dust of this dreadful place.
The slow poisoning as the dirge continues ever onward.
We merge with the consciousness of the hive mind.

Our limbs stretched,
Our bones mangled.
Obscure deformations,
Of our mortal vessels.

A body fitted to serve only one purpose.
Fragile flesh molded To adhere to the omniscient will.

The age of flexibility Brought forth by our own twisted desires.
Condemned by those of old, Who predetermined our destiny.
3. Circle of Leeches (4:38)
And he who walks the chasms of the abyss is more likely to fall.

As its cliffs are steep,
And its pits are deep!

From the most desolate place,
The ominous walls are calling.
The temple halls are screaming,..

The bell chimes,..
As they call forth!

The eternal blackness,
Home to their terrible father.

Swimming on the currents of blackness,
Feeding on the streams of unlight.

In the eye of the storm,
At the heart of darkness!

Rooted in the sea of blood,
Stand its infernal pillars.

Servants clinging to the throne of their long dead masters.
A circle of leeches with no host to feed on.
Entangled by the rotting corpses of their dead offspring.
Foaming at the mouth at the mere thought of self obtained purpose.

They mutilated themselves!
4. Hierachy of the Battered (4:12)
5. The Black Hand of the Father (4:53)
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