Akercocke - Il Giardino Di Monte Oliveto Maggiore lyrics

Washing the incense And blood from my eyes The absurdities from my mind Bells pealing, aspersions I fell asleep thinking of angels My name shall be reviled Unto the end of the world To the last generations Of the songs of women Abdiel, Gabriel Pre-figure and merge Uriel, Abaddon Heralding a haven of hope And Helen was screaming Amidst chaos and candles Blinded by blood We behold the sophia The Magus, he kneels To kiss the abbots ring A scream of silence pours forth From her red lips Her arms outstretched Into a crucifix With aspect of a woman and man Shedding hair and gown Adoring the perfect Sophia Prostrate before the icon twisted Sabellicus worships the deviant Spurious seraph Sophistry, treachery Obscene architect of dark artifice Shivering and dancing in the breeze The mirrors catch the sun...