Embers in the Afterbirth Songtext
von Blightmass

Hooves. Horns. An angel is born
Blood-red burning
Black. Flesh. All that is left
Of dear Mother
From beneath her smoldering debris
Crawls our King

Embers. Embers

God cries out in a fit of rage. Wailing
Too intoxicated to pray away the pain

March! March!
Through the Kingdom of the vanglorious
Bring our child the head
Swarm. Torch the bastion of their impotent lord
For objectives ignored


Embers in the afterbirth
Our savior shall emerge

Surmount. Surround
Burn the fucker down
The beautiful sound of infernal war
The sons of whores
Grant them nothing more
Than the torment we have endured

March! March
Return to the Earth and we are victorious
Dead. He′s dead! He's dead
The lie, revealed. The gate, forever sealed
And the crown upon the brow of the supreme evil

Embers in the afterbirth
Our savior shall emerge