Painstorm of Laments Lyrics


Ave Belial!

Show me the configuration of chaos!

Vessel of Brass

Conceived with the primordial matter,

Shaped with laments...

Keeping the blood of the Princes inside.

Pure virtue of that they hate.

The venom that causes our pleasure

is the Grail that they yearn for.

Open the box, Pandora...

Ave Baal! Mercilles God of Sun

Crowned as Lords of Insects

Deity of all those who work in the darkness.

Enthroned between crucified unborn infants

Putrid flesh condemned to

Never seeing the light ever

Sepulted in a limb of desolation...

Open the box...

72 Infernal Djins opening the Gates

The ultimate sacrifice of the unknown!

Perdition of false kings

Rotting in their own thrones.

Spherical perfection.

Devastating in all directions

Liberation of pathetic existences.

Show me the configuration of chaos!

Vesel of Brass, conceived

With the primordial matter,

Shaped with laments...

Rise Imperator of the cainities

Rise and destroy with your

Hammer of Supreme Glory!!