Kataklysm - Exode Of Evils (Epoch III: Ladder Of Thousand Parsecs) lyrics

(Epoch III - Ladder of thousand Parsecs) Demon! Demon! Implemented in Home. Uprised... Yes! restore the bounties... Care to let our feeling breathe... Advanced transition... Estate behold. Demon! Demon! Exode... Oppose no more... See beyond until clarity. Voyage oppugnant agony. Ours ex-territory. Therefor we climb areas... Peerless overcomes... Out there... The Seers. Survey the far merite we own... Demon! Demon! Exode... Aniest Nanas Tiersce: Extract those fangs of yours... Bring forth the essential Vermin. Hades are forever in tomorrow's sleep... Hunter! Eject the lance in each moment... Fold the Hole of Swamps today. ... In our Home! Serpent of Serpents: Anew born... Tiamat deliver... Demon! Demon! Exode... Headings miles ahead. Pinnacle of indulgence... Gruesome ship of Hordes... Finess sector of the lesser Heavens. Inhabit the gleams and stir the coldest dreams... Above all! Scout the Cardinals... Investigate the torn Pagan Society. Demon! Demon! Exode... Raids of fever! All plagues... Chase diminished! Escapes... Demon! Demon! Exode... The Island of the third World called... The Great slumber evoked... Demon! Demon! Exode... Exode... Akkadian gospels of Babylonia spilled forth The ancient Sumer... Soothsayers of prime. Chaldeans were struck by the mad Figures... Our Shapes were drawn... Occult was left in Blood. Each quarter was filled wit magick. The fourth Leg of the Wheel, now accomplished... Demon! Demon! Exode... No Wall to hold anymore... The Seal is unpatched and the Guardians had left... Open to a vast realm of immortals. Proceed to the feeble Suns. And brake the bonds that entangled the Fiends. Masterpiece of the Worms. The Feeling flows abundantly... Demon! Demon! Exode... The Men-Daemon hypocrites... Punish and severe their bodies... And greet the abash Kingdom of floods. Give procreation of malhavoc... The Abaddon of the Genesis starts... The Queens urge for fetishes. Respawn the Evil once more... Demon! Demon! Exode... Let the ancestral pyramids connect the Palace. A servant of generation... Hierarchize the dwellings... Thus the Scarab lays the genes. Male elementals alive. Taste the s**m of our kinds... Weave the prematured culture og mine... Demon! Demon! Exode... Ama** the breeders to copulate... Trap the She-of-Men among their Solar Vertexes. Give birth to hope. Return our Home... Exode...