Disciples of the Void (2015) Shrine of Insanabilis 🇩🇪 Germany

SEE the fire, feel the fall
Go forth and vilify, set yourself ablaze and defy
Hosts of the inferno. Feral parasites.
Nothing is true - but all is right.
Receive a raging fire for volatile flesh.
Burning brighter and brighter. IMMOLATE!

Muscles cramp to the beat of a jaded heart
Each single twitch blends nothingness with mind and matter
The decay of mortal remains creates the VOID
Everything will dissolve but NOTHINGNESS will remain
Time Retracts and reveals all gates beyond imagination
These open POrtals will guide the way to find the highest vision of all
ACAUSAL PATHS devour everything that is left
The Extinction of being in a realm of a vanishing structure

Instrumental

We invoke the mighty angles from beyond.
Wings of Death bring us the storm of doom.
Qᴜᴇᴇɴ of the mysterious moon our sinister goddess.
Enthroned on the tree of death.
Destroyer of all illusions and Master of forbidden alchemy.

There is ɴᴏ below under this taunting sky
No above over this lesser abyss
Ashes floor all there is
The tomb ʏᴏᴜ were promised to
While everlastingly bound to ground
Death found its place

Adherent plight subdue to life
A sentiment of death no one can repent.
OUROBOROS - nothing exists - nothing is needed.
Cycles and circles. A cycle to end

Opening eyes and veins alike
Masks the indifferent stench of verity
Selected fanatic deathbound lives act as His hands
We execute the oath of the MALFEITOR

Instrumental