The lord of loss, crestfallen and numb
With whom I will bleed from thousands of wounds
To meet resplendent death on a blissful day
The dawn of luscious perdition that sways against me
Help the refusing eye to see it coming
Infected with failure beyond imagination
For what the gods despise grows strong
Unseen and formless
Among the pillars of enlightment
Eagle to its prey, the guilt shall not bind
Consume the malignant comfort of obedience
From the void of the empty soul to joyful delusions of grandeur
Architects of the divine tragedy, ye all shall burn me up
Angels of futile purification
Swallow my feeble whining
As aeons shall come to pass
Existence is the most divine of all sins
The lord of loss, crestfallen and numb
With whom I will bleed from thousands of wounds
To meet resplendent death on a blissful day
Spilling the bitter blood of salvation
The life that was never desired
Reversed transfiguration
Bleeding the psalms of no importance
Repentance is a woe of which one dies
Quintessence of the sinister
Between the atonement and the weak
The iniquitous ascension is now in ruins
From the void of the empty soul to joyful delusions of grandeur
Architects of the divine tragedy, ye all shall burn me up
Ecstasy obscene vindication, fear god but obey me
When sorrow falls on men, offered only mortality
You are mine to bear, Agios o Baphomet
Ye all shall burn me up
The final crowning