Ondskapt - Vehicle of Stone download song

Song Lyrics

A skeletal face of grotesque dismay, licks and guzzles down their dread
The desecratrix stabs the pure, glaring from the rotten wall
Licks and guzzles down their dread, a vehicular edifice in constant change
And founds them into twisted stone, the desecratrix stabs the pure Vehicle, with eldritch craft that fucks their souls

With eldritch craft that fucks their souls, glaring from the rotten wall
A vehicular edifice in constant change, like the drone of a thousand groaning gods
A skeletal face of grotesque dismay, a mere facet of the deathless arches, with eldritch craft that fucks their souls
The desecratrix stabs the pure, dim in the veils of sighing smoke

with eldritch craft that fucks their souls
Glaring from the rotten wall, the portent din scrapes our hearts Stone, glaring from the rotten wall
with eldritch craft that fucks their souls
And founds them into twisted stone, a vehicular edifice in constant change, and founds them into twisted stone

and founds them into twisted stone
When the firmaments begin to freeze, dim in the veils of sighing smoke
An immense cathedral of obscene proportions, licks and guzzles down their dread, the desecratrix stabs the pure
A skeletal face of grotesque dismay, and the eerie light from the phantom throne increase

With eldritch craft that fucks their souls, licks and guzzles down their dread
The desecratrix stabs the pure, the desecratrix stabs the pure, with eldritch craft that fucks their souls
Licks and guzzles down their dread, and the eerie light from the phantom throne increase
Glaring from the rotten wall, when the firmaments begin to freeze, seeps through the fabric of reality

And founds them into twisted stone, a mere facet of the deathless arches
Glaring from the rotten wall, when the firmaments begin to freeze
The desecratrix stabs the pure, licks and guzzles down their dread
with eldritch craft that fucks their souls

The desecratrix stabs the pure, and the eerie light from the phantom throne increase, seeps through the fabric of reality
With eldritch craft that fucks their souls, dim in the veils of sighing smoke
and founds them into twisted stone
When the firmaments begin to freeze, with eldritch craft that fucks their souls, seeps through the fabric of reality

with eldritch craft that fucks their souls
The portent din scrapes our hearts, glaring from the rotten wall
glaring from the rotten wall
Staring back from a distant aeon, with eldritch craft that fucks their souls

A mere facet of the deathless arches, when the firmaments begin to freeze Vehicle, licks and guzzles down their dread
licks and guzzles down their dread
When the firmaments begin to freeze, like the drone of a thousand groaning gods
Dim in the veils of sighing smoke, a vehicular edifice in constant change, with eldritch craft that fucks their souls