Album: Instinct Gate (2001)

The Empire Of The Pleasures Of Flesh


You, who crawls for creation
The torn is your mark
Of deceit and mutilation

Suffering I wish for you
To be stained in blasphemy
Come forth and deny
The holy trinity

Preacher of hope
Behold they book burning
Preacher of love
Behold thy world
Turning

To the empire of flesh
Drink the blood and sin
Extract the pleasures
Of an orgy in blood

Fell the bloodstained skin next to mine
I love your wounded flesh
Entrance me in your fluids of life

The empire of the pleasures of flesh
Flesh is your mortal combination
Of a will to be free