Ensepulchre - Desolation Pt II: From the Midst of the Stones of Fire

Thou hast taken thy sons and daughters, Whom thou hast borne unto me
And it shall come to pass
After thy wickedness
To be delivered to the brazier
Thou hast slain my children
In ritual sacrifice
Devoured within thy pits of fire

All thine abominations
And thy atrocities
Doth thou not remember the days of thy youth
When thou wast naked and bare
And wast polluted in thy blood
Woe unto thee, I must recompense

Behold, all souls are mine
The soul of the father
The soul of the son
The souls of wicked men
Shall die in iniquity
O son of man
Transgress, thee not

The sword is drawn
For the slaughter it is furbished
Ready to consume
I send pestilence unto that land
And pour out my fury in blood
Thou shalt not be remembered
Woe to the bloody city
I will destroy thee
From the midst of the stones of fire

O son of man
Thou shalt speak my words unto them
Setting darkness upon thy land
Even the moon shall not give her light

Written by:
Phillip Wood

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