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Iconography of Suffering

by Bethledeign

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1.
Domain 04:52
Domain of unholy holocaust Tortured souls writhe in tormented ecstasy Upon the twisted cross of christ’s treachery Macabre and absurd A grand choir of distorted cries Complete hopelessness is master of all I forget myself as demons whisper in voices I cannot understand I witness mass suffering Expelling the lives of the weak, broken ones All thoughts consumed by suicide Embracing the dark as it envelopes the mind Sacred, ripped, tattered flesh is all that remains after the feast These are not the faces of angels before me Their countenances reflections of pain Forever falling into the depths Rejoicing as Satan blasphemes their hearts Macabre and absurd A grand choir of distorted cries The sufferance of souls becomes my obsession Within this domain where I am forced to my knees In the reverence of damnation Revelry in agony, pleasure in pain Impalation on the inverted cross Dismembered savior cast down from your throne We wish death upon you again and again I.N.R.I. we usurp your throne Chaos lord domain, an eternity of murder I witness mass suffering Expelling the lives of the weak, broken ones All thoughts consumed by suicide Embracing the dark as it envelopes the mind Sacred, ripped, tattered flesh is all that remains after the feast Dismembered savior cast down from your throne We wish death upon you again and again and again Die
2.
As wolves hungry for flesh and utter foulness We roam thirsting for incineration Horrified spirits await, into the dark These times will come These times will come again Whip the naked torso, Bleeding, slouching, dead Longinus will you come forth, pierce his withered side End the feeble cries A dissention into decadence from the ill-begotten rules of man Life's blood of centuries pours for those who rule Dull and muted meat Loss of centuries Scepter of his lies Cull the ancient concourse Wanton fiction spread Steeled in profane blood As regression stirs We Invoke Into apostasy, end thy treachery No more lord of lies Third day you shall not rise Crossing Charon’s path, execration’s wrath Into demonacy, I shalt not suffer thee To invoke the apostasy
3.
A forest of impaled souls so dark and deep Depraved and tormented woods resound with hellish cries Sanguinary sap leaks forth from tattered bodies aloft And trickles slowly to the soil, decayed and rusted No breath is drawn in this place, nor does a pulse give hint of any life Sunlight is totally absent, no warmth to cauterize this mire of gore Gore Carrion crows weep their dirge into hollow ears of souls departed Putrid stench of thousands here, fallen from grace The flesh is so easily run through, orgasmic in its horrific nature At my table I enjoy the feast of sickness This abominable spectacle before me My eyes bleed
4.
The great awakening soon to alter the shriveled flesh Come unto me from infernos beyond existence and time Blood, fire, total death Screams I hear of ancient ones, reveal your secrets unto me I've become the great plague Thrice more shall my brethren ride to herald the apocalypse Winds from the storms Dark ones drown in emptiness Eight pointed star emblazoned upon the dusk of my time Dark ones in emptiness, deceive for all time The great awakening soon to alter the shriveled flesh Come unto me from infernos beyond existence and time Entering spheres to seek out the wolf’s lair He utters the horrific chants to summon Armageddon within my soul Blood, fire, total death Screams I hear of ancient ones reveal your secrets unto me I've become the great plague Thrice more shall my brethren ride to herald the apocalypse Winds from the storms Dark ones drown in emptiness Eight pointed star emblazoned upon the dusk of my time Languishment flows from me, entombed for all time They receive nothingness, deceived all their lives Repulsive holiness, we see all the lies I lost myself there in the void, laughter deafens as my shrine burns Winds from the storms, dark ones drown in emptiness Eight pointed star emblazoned upon the dusk of my time
5.
All-powerful insolence Aeonic Desolate Ones Surging black malevolence Spoken in forgotten tongues I have tasted my damnation I have denied my grace I have polluted the sanctity I have soiled the cloth Cenotaph of life's withering plunge deep into ruin To be one's own savior is truly paradise Iconography of Suffering The plague that shall rape mankind To humiliate oneself, to wear a crown of defeat The thorns that bind you, the mother that cries Gasping for breath on the holy implement of torture Arms outstretched to embrace a father you will never know Weeping, the winds of death are caressing your torn mortal skin Head down in reverence to thyself Head down in reverence to thyself The angels weep on Golgotha
6.
Inward, psychotic transit Reject the positive, invert the light Feeble clawing and tearing Away a veil which does not retreat Master, surround me! It came from somewhere, from the beyond unbeknownst to all A motionless journey further into a void of utter sorrow I could not remember a way out... Master, impale me! And then I remembered my future As my flesh lay suspended The darkness rushes about in torrents The hooks sweetly pierce my shell Eternity for not, I convoke For this lament configuration is of my own doing Thinking back on doors shut, before their contents revealed Widened eyes, with tears streaming like rivers into this chalice
7.
Lightning strikes the ground A darkness filled misery Calling out for death Angels in the sky We wait for Satan's call Armageddon comes to this world Legions of hell marching onward People run and hide in fear Knowing that their end is near Blessed by fire, the sky opens wide The serpent cries to make it clear Hell is here Foolish kin pray to God for heaven's light As darkness falls, the servants are Besieged by night Our demonic steeds ride by night Swords held high prepared to fight Siege the world in dark embrace Souls for Satan's falling grace Armageddon comes to this world People run and hide in fear Hell is here, Heaven's light Besieged by night The souls writhing in pain Twisted corpses an army is slain The black wave of damnation spreads forth its disease Forcing their God down on his knees Lost spirits wander the corroded earth's crust Baron and desolate, the humans have lost Feeding the veins of the fallen sons To prepare the land for the unholy one Steeples and spires go up in flames, conflagration in Satan's name On to conquer the heavenly gate A new day dawns, the horizon drenched in hate Night It falls From hell Besieged by night
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Tortured river Phlegathon bleeds from between Eternity's constant undeath and the sorrows of Seraphim Exhalt the quintessence of the goat Black mirrored eyes Eyes which reflect the inner collapse of one’s spirit Hark, thou hear'st the voice Void...foul winds...void of hate Desolation that follows the antithesis of creation Black flesh hangs by sinews Horns channel silent chants for lust of blasphemies

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released December 13, 2019

Tony Petrocelly - Guitar, Bass, Vocals
Gus Barr - Lead Guitar
Giulio Galati - Drums


Tracked, mixed and mastered at Trepan Studios,
Woodbridge, VA by Tony Petrocelly

Drums tracked at 16th Cellar Studio,
Rome, Italy by Stefano Morabito


All lyrics by Dave Schmidt, except Besieged by Night by Phil King

Songs 1,4 and 7 written by Phil King and Dan Lazaroff
Songs 3, 5 and 6 written by Tony Petrocelly and Dan Lazaroff
Songs 2 and 8 written by Tony Petrocelly


All artwork by Kishor Haulenbeek
Layout by Tony Petrocelly

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