Supreme And Immortal - Abigor

Empty the vessel and hollow the shell

Come, toungues of fire

Abandon all earthly, glance deep into hell

Purge and inspire

The act of worship sets us ablaze

Demonic burden, ecstatic delight

A monument of malicious sonority

Our humble sacrifice, devotional rite

Revealed in the flesh

Justified in the spirit

Seen by the chosen

Heard by the few

All earthly vanities of existence

Exceeded by tones supreme

Melodies older than mortality

Enormous as death itself

Praise his name

Chosen are the ones

Who have command of the language

That needs neither mouth nor words

Who transform the inmost truth to notes

Who form sculptures reflecting his glory

And spread the gospel of the horned

We’ve been granted the most precious gift

We are element and entirety

Performing the everlasting cycle

Without beginning or end

Find the unimaginable paradise

Amidst these pits of hell

Those who chant his hymns

Hallowed be their names

Immortal is the choir

Only the highest art

Supreme and impure

Purified through his will

Great indeed, we confess, is the mystery of him