Upon the Boiling Sea II: Lord of the Storm Songtext

von 3 Inches Of Blood

Dimmu Borgir
Puritanical Euphoric Misantrophia
Blessing upon the throne of tyranny
Infected by valid behaviour
While capturing the stench of
Divine putrefaction
Confess to slavery for the world saviour
Give praise and inhale the corruption

[Chorus]
The enfeebled provides the fool
The disabled provides the tool
The apathetic demands the affaction
To those suffering from their own Saticsfaction

[Bridge]
Devour in self-deceit,
Conjure the righteous plague,
Testify todays contradiction
Glorify tomorrow's deed
Inconceivable moral priest,
Hide preferable dress
Invite to another pleasure feast
The concealment of joyful laughter

[Chorus]

The decrepit innoceence of your Correctness and well chosen
Elicits the source of the need for Immediate forgiveness
Submit to no grace but
The spiteful of your disease
Apply to join the unlimited disgrace And a settlement in the skies
And turn the confusion among your Children into self-stimulation
The incarnation of your prostitution
The true evil in disguise

With the ignorance from your
Cross as the witness
The truth of your tragedy
Make you justice
In your mirror
The high spirit of kindness
Looks like malice

Condemnation of live by the living dead What a premature judgement
Contradiction to the cor
How unfornate I am cursed to spend time On a battle already won
The shame that will be guarding
Your grave says it all
Retreat to the crypt and
Make it worthwhile
Recall my sins furthermore but
Still be watching yours with a smile

(First part of the Bridge)