Lost Soul - The Highest Pleasure lyrics

The banners of Lust beaten by winds Piercing sounds induces panic Amongst a herd of meek sheep Scorn to those below Scorn in the highest Useless are the curses of s**less forms Dripping saliva and sighing To decomposed corpse of an ancient madman Scorn to those below Scorn in the highest A farce never seen before Grotesque masterpiece Powerless parade in black armour All limits fade Blinded vanity Scoffers whips lash The Highest Pleasure Lures, amazes and devours Desecrated thoughts, holy words