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Infernus Resurgit Sathanas Vivit

by Unholy Calamity

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HewittHouseRecordings I waited until this came in to listen to it, and it KILLS. Misanthropocene is on top of her game here. I love the whole thing, and the only real way to enjoy this is a full listen in one go. She's really upped her game since the Decent/Ritual demo, and I cannot WAIT to hear what's to come. Favorite track: Disciple of the Furnace.
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1.
Wrap me in the warmth of your realm Where all the sinners go The time has come Let them hear your name I pay tribute to you Satan, the almighty of hatred I give everything that I am to you For you drive me, I create for you My one and only, Satan Take me under your wing And place your mark upon my skin You, who has cut my shackles You, who has entered my conscience I wear your five point star Your sigil pierced upon me Your number sewn Your opposite bastardized through my tympany The time has come Let them hear your name For I write for you, I learn from you My drive, My muse, Satan I’ll let them hear your name Your name will be heard for eons to come
2.
A solar body sets in the west The moon gives life to the night We feast on Christian souls Their screams will not be heard God blesses them so As their insides are torn apart They will not survive the night As long as there are dots in the sky Curse that wretched sun Welcome to the pitch black Curse those wretched humans Welcome to a deep red death We’ve lived for an eternity And we will feed for eons to come As long as the above is so below There must be dark if there is light
3.
A new path has opened A path with no god in sight The blade gleams with a devil’s moon A glow onto the page that you read aloud A language never uttered before A testament to the end of your days looking towards the light The answer to your prayers comes only at night! Heaven has no throne for you slice your neck Feel the pleasure in your pain You live, you die, you reign! Carve in your head the triple six Release yourself from your carbon body chain! Disciple of the furnace, onward! Disciple of the furnace, suffer! Disciple of the furnace, descend! Disciple of the furnace, your prayers have been answered!
4.
Deep in the tower lies a book A book with curious power A book which will bring the end of man Written with the saliva of flies The hunt has begun, ascend the endless staircase In the hands of a weakling, the Infernal Tome We will bring the end of days Through the blackest of all hymns The words whispered through the ends of time And through every carbon body, live or dead! The unholy calamity! God is no more! The unholy calamity has begun! When the atmosphere parts over the kingdom The acid falls onto the slaves They teach the children to submit to our will, for the heavens have failed them The river turns to poison Smoke and flames consume the sky All light has died out Minds have been cleansed Submit, kneel, worship We are the ninth circle Worship us
5.
Slaughter! Chaos! Havoc! Blood seeping from the eyes Hands severed from their limbs All lined up, side by side They long for more of the same A blade is sharpened as they drink like pigs And squeal for sustenance and shame Their leader marks out their names Ten thousand weaklings to maim One by one they march Hands severed from their limbs A trophy to remember the victims Longing for their agonizing demise A chorus is heard from across the land Here our chant as we die: Hail Baphomet, your grace and strength Hail Beelzebub, almighty prince Hail Lucifer, your beauty and will Hail Satan, thy king in command

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released December 1, 2022

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