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Hex Your Lover Full Album Lyrics

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Hex Your Lover

(2018)
TypeEP
GenresBlack Metal
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Lyrics > D > Devil Worshipper Lyrics (12) > Hex Your Lover Lyrics (3)
Submitted by level 21 록스타 (2018-11-11)
1. Melancholy Loves the Dark (8:45)
“A sword, a sword is drawn for slaughter, burnished to consume

Return it to its sheath! I will judge you.

I will pour out my indignation upon you,

I will hand you over to ravaging men, artisans of destruction.

You shall be fuel for the fire, your blood shall flow throughout the land.

You shall not be remembered, for I, the LORD, have spoken.”


Between us there is naught -

The sum of all motions equals the balance of the world

The ichor fills the wound, the blade carves the map to the stars

My complexion lays scarred - an abrasive seer incarnate

Through the symmetries of lesions I take bearing

Between us... melancholy loves the dark


What wordplay should I seek to produce

The same foul odour of your existence?
Your bearing - that of doubt is a burl in the garden

The epicenter of doubtless losness

Between us - it is nil


Abhorrent, dissolute absolute

Castrated disbelief - pummeling the chasm as anvil

Dispelling, ever-growing, hardening


The sum of all motions equals the word of balance

Wounds spewing blades to the luminous

Daggers as mirages in the desert were I thirst

Visions through lesions counted legions


Pouring my indignation upon the flesh cathedral

Where I have lain my seed - fuel for fire

Blood streams - the fires consume

None to be remembered


My complexion lays scarred - an abrasive seer incarnate

Through the symmetries of lesions I take bearing

Between us... melancholy loves the dark
2. Throat of the False Prophet (7:17)
I tremble, all my bones shatter

As a drunkard, overcomed with excess - fallen

My ears itch from the rattling of their hearts

They too shall be silenced


A plethora of dreams to be dreamt

Of sights to be seen, I have to show them

I am the way, the Truth!


Oh hear thee -


Reap my harvest, the sweetest of grapes

Your will is your father’s desires,

Dine with Him at our table

For your works, your toil

Is our own


The hands that labor are as fists holding

The noose at the neck of their martyrs

“Yet in like manner these people also,

relying on their dreams, defile the flesh,

reject authority, and blaspheme the glorious ones”


Woe to you - who drinketh wine as blood

For fallacies of disdain will become as daggers

Widening the eyes of seers, prophetising the dawn

Beware - let not thyself be led astray!


A plethora of dreams to be dreamt

A palette of sensations, dilemmas of the flesh

To be held and felt

I am the way, the Truth, I am the Thorn

Burying at his head, drinking his blood


I too ablaze, unburnt - speaking unheard

Weaved into his crown - I am the way

I am the Thorn, melded into his flesh
3. Fornicating Angel (5:33)
Wound upon wound,

Tattered memoirs of withered frowns

Weaving the veil, constricting the chasm

Permeating torments drenched

In fragments of reality


A journey

A rite, a passing

To none, but Oneself

Drowned in the wholeness of His contraction

Thrusting - stabbing through


“When time’s passage withers you to nothing,

you, who will not feel another’s pain,

you’ve lost the right to call yourself human”

For the vessel has been broken

Laid waste beyond the furnace of your heart

Dissolved through the black flame

In your soulless depths


Rivers through scars, the landscape shifts

Wound upon wound upon memory

Thrusting the chasm - hammer to anvil

Condensing causality


A rite, a passing

To none, but Oneself

Threading through the garden of delights

Where flesh is stranded as ornament of doubt


Drowned in the wholeness of His contraction

Thrusting - stabbing through:

“I once had a lovely dream

In it, I saw an apple tree,

And two of the most beautiful apples hug on it:

They called to me, and I climbed up”
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