Symhonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium Lyrics - My Dying Bride

The destroying genius of idols 

Will shroud the world with utter lies 

Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis 

Portraits have spoken their masters distress 

Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this 

Failing Enochian tapestries 

Depict the prince of fallen virtues 

In almost poetic rhapsody 

Masterbate to the sound of the knell 

The Patchetic stench of dying children 

Perhaps our fall is certain 

Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion 

Please put off your veil 

Your heart is blameless 

And I shudder for knowing it 

A hot May makes a fat churchyard 

And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy 

Her cry was the saddest of all earths sounds 

Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin 

Swept away by a moments sadness 

They say rage is a brief madness 

By way of the beloveds farewell 

Give back to nature what we first did take 

And monuments would slowly fill 

The agendas' of Kings and Queens 

In silence our faces bleed 

The holy voice torn away by the gale 

Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you 

Love is a game where both players cheat 

Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander 

Women are angels yet wedlock's the devil 

To have and to hold but death no longer parts 

Harlots and sluts, whores of our world 

Expose their stinking vaginas' 

Many who have no will of their own 

Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom 

Are you rich oh lord of vanity 

As you peddle your wears of cruelty 

Dressed up so you look the part 

So blind, it's ignorance you wear 

Quite brutal beyond belief 

Sores that weep their septic tears 

Dragged out through war torn lifetimes 

And death shall feast on us all 

The mills of God grind slowly 

The adorable light of that which is most divine 

The fascination of her shape 

With mansions of awe and splendour 

Elegant in simplicity 

So at last your faith rewards you 

Through fields enriched with pastel shade 

And fragrant lavenders soft to smell 

You laugh and drink wine of no great age 

Nature does scent the farthest shores 

Face to face your angelic host 

All hopes in you imperishably kept 

Is God your wish and all your dreams 

If your body is frail then yes by all means 

Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you