G.N.O.N. - Black Anvil

When the fence corrodes

Which fate will you decide

Graveyards now are temples

To those who wish to die

Ever changing currents everlasting in Our eyes

My will unbroken never changing in these eyes

We will not break the circle

Burn bright the flame arise

Intact a severed head still

Bonded in ghastly symmetry

We are sinew and bone and man

Creates this test

Whats dead shall never rest

In this temple with no name

With chisel and stone fury your coffin made…

Armed in stark conviction clothed

In black and shades of grey

Draped in blood… Ceremonium

Simplify this life while reaching only Death

You’ve been relinquished

Extinguished as your breath

No more mass restriction no more faith submit to pain

Open up My sacrament I reek of days of punishment

Revel in My darkness drink the wine of terror

Insulate We must intimidate your loss becomes My gain

A manifest ordained allegiance without question

Upon your fleshen cross the crimson stain

No war without allegiance

No faith to conquer pain

Bow down I’ll urinate and wash away your name

Into the fire We rise the children of ashes

Burnt by the bond of existence and resistance

Extracting the deathgivers force

Mine eyes a blur with blinding sight

We shall urge you towards His light

Benevolence

Unholiness

Rapture is your song

Ceremonium

The unexplained

My clarity

A given name of nothing…