Cruciamentum - Fallen in Disease lyrics

A dark spirit looms amongst wretched pulpits Old, forgotten, woeful and decayed Wandering the ruined sacellum Searching, seeking for scraps to sustain Vestments once gilded, now threadbare Relics, once gleaming, their lustre dulled Dissolved in the aqua regia Stained gla** panes shattered Malign spirit, thou speakest of the serpetine Worshipped and adored by this wretched cult Dwindling as they consume your poisonous sacrament The weak, the tried, the sick, the lame, the faded Beneath the vaulted, vaunted roof Rotten wood pillars devoured by worn Crumbling pages of mildewed tomes Dissolved by lepers' acrid drool Anointed in the blood and enshrined in thorns Consume from the chalice of abomination A feast of dry blood and dead flesh Abhorrent are their rites of exaltation Hands clasped, on bended knees Eyes lowered in deference "I am His servant, Him made flesh You, unworthy, bow, submit" In this slaughterhouse of love Barren words stick in their throats As dry bread with no wine Hope displaced by impotence Heed not the words of the craven To centuries of decay lie the spires No arcadia beyond the veil Revel in the spheres of absurdity For true elysium lies within...