Inciter - Epileptic Gospel

Epileptic Gospel

The trumpets of the apocalypse sound from the abyss
May the storm of artful wine bring damnation
Blackened souls ride winds of misfortune
Sowing shadows, revelations of warlike intent

The seeds of Eden perpetuate harmful roots
Grown in ethereal chagrin for rebirth
Screams of tribulation preceding primitive chaos
Celebrate the embrace of the damned I long for

Epileptic Gospel, Rome smiles
A tumor rotting its internal links

Only loneliness remained on the throne of heaven
One by one, embracing Armageddon

To drink the leprosy wine from the tribes of Judah
Until sin consumes Jerusalem

It's time to throw the last stone
One by one, we buried the children of Abraham

The trumpets of the apocalypse sound from the abyss
Beyond Congregations, Beyond Constellations
Welcome to overcrowding in the realms of hell
To wash your hands, once and for all