Fire, burning in the dark.
Ignited, by god's spark.
Feel the burn, of satan's mark.
I, will not be defeated.
Blasphemy, sits upon his throne.
Rapture, of the holy crown.
His slaves, scream.
Yet they don't, make a fucking sound.
Millions, made to be drones.
Kneeling, to Satan's whoas.
lead them all, into their deaths.
Take their lives, they're better dead.
Blasphemy, sits upon his throne.
Rapture, of the holy crown.
His slaves, scream.
Yet they don't, make a fucking sound.
Millions, of bodies,
litter, the ground.
Lucifer screams,
extinction...
Now!
Rip the skin, off all your foes.
Off the bones, that hold their soul.
Rip their heart, out of their chest.
The wretched preachers shall know their end!
Blasphemy, sits upon his throne.
Rapture, of the holy crown.
His slaves, scream.
Yet they don't, make a fucking sound.
Philadelphia upstarts Crypt Sermon cleave yet another epic slab o' doom full of fantastical thrills and kickass solos. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 25, 2019