Redivider Lyrics
| Song | Redivider |
| Artist | Dark Fortress |
| Album | Ylem |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| An ash painted chamber where death has been | |
| A song of entrails strung upon a violin | |
| On the brow, blood and sperm, with bile thinned | |
| And sealed with Hecate’s nightshade kiss | |
| Five live cats, into a pentagram pinned | |
| To fuel their yowls, be they partly skinned | |
| A will to call the reaper to seal the abyss | |
| Where the half-eaten faces of Choronzon grin | |
| And the deluge begins | |
| As a wail runs its course | |
| Defeat devours defiance | |
| Life congeals, unhallowed | |
| Stench billows | |
| Raped into compliance | |
| The strong force yields | |
| To the redivider | |
| Altars bleed their rotting sanctity | |
| Aborted selves convulse | |
| Retch momentity avulsed from bliss | |
| The walls give way | |
| To a trembling pandemonium | |
| Nightmares flood the dying soul’s septic vision | |
| Decrepit screams, extraneous and obitual | |
| Gnosis through unbearability, psychosis by volition | |
| This is not a happy ritual | |
| Triumphantly | |
| Entropy parades its mandibles | |
| Tendons snap, bone rips from bone | |
| Atrocity transfigures overthrown humanity | |
| A scythed obscene apparition stands alone | |
| Praise the descending dark | |
| Praise limbo’s dripping vulva | |
| Praise the perishing spark | |
| That takes with it eternal life | |
| Ignium imus nocte et consumimo igni | |
| The acolytes shed blood devoutly | |
| Dying slowly where they kneel | |
| The figure reaches out | |
| His clutches grab an easy meal | |
| But as the fiend unvigilant, | |
| Turns to feed, the master draws | |
| Upon his chest a sigil and | |
| Inverts death and the devil’s laws | |
| Ignium imus nocte et consumimo igni | |
| Vigna te, vigma temere me tangis et angis | |
| Forta faterno culto mulli claudaris lament | |
| Immare irate, in subata procella | |
| Invoco te, marstra occulta stella | |
| For when you | |
| Even death will die | |
| We spin around the night | |
| Consumed by the fire | |
| Cross thyself, you plague | |
| And vex me without need | |
| Even though consumed by fire | |
| We spin around the night | |
| In seas of wrath and sudden storms | |
| I invoke thee | |
| We spin around the night | |
| Consumed by the fire | |
| For when you should have danced | |
| Even death will die | |
| Even though consumed by fire | |
| We spin around the night |
| An ash painted chamber where death has been | |
| A song of entrails strung upon a violin | |
| On the brow, blood and sperm, with bile thinned | |
| And sealed with Hecate' s nightshade kiss | |
| Five live cats, into a pentagram pinned | |
| To fuel their yowls, be they partly skinned | |
| A will to call the reaper to seal the abyss | |
| Where the halfeaten faces of Choronzon grin | |
| And the deluge begins | |
| As a wail runs its course | |
| Defeat devours defiance | |
| Life congeals, unhallowed | |
| Stench billows | |
| Raped into compliance | |
| The strong force yields | |
| To the redivider | |
| Altars bleed their rotting sanctity | |
| Aborted selves convulse | |
| Retch momentity avulsed from bliss | |
| The walls give way | |
| To a trembling pandemonium | |
| Nightmares flood the dying soul' s septic vision | |
| Decrepit screams, extraneous and obitual | |
| Gnosis through unbearability, psychosis by volition | |
| This is not a happy ritual | |
| Triumphantly | |
| Entropy parades its mandibles | |
| Tendons snap, bone rips from bone | |
| Atrocity transfigures overthrown humanity | |
| A scythed obscene apparition stands alone | |
| Praise the descending dark | |
| Praise limbo' s dripping vulva | |
| Praise the perishing spark | |
| That takes with it eternal life | |
| Ignium imus nocte et consumimo igni | |
| The acolytes shed blood devoutly | |
| Dying slowly where they kneel | |
| The figure reaches out | |
| His clutches grab an easy meal | |
| But as the fiend unvigilant, | |
| Turns to feed, the master draws | |
| Upon his chest a sigil and | |
| Inverts death and the devil' s laws | |
| Ignium imus nocte et consumimo igni | |
| Vigna te, vigma temere me tangis et angis | |
| Forta faterno culto mulli claudaris lament | |
| Immare irate, in subata procella | |
| Invoco te, marstra occulta stella | |
| For when you | |
| Even death will die | |
| We spin around the night | |
| Consumed by the fire | |
| Cross thyself, you plague | |
| And vex me without need | |
| Even though consumed by fire | |
| We spin around the night | |
| In seas of wrath and sudden storms | |
| I invoke thee | |
| We spin around the night | |
| Consumed by the fire | |
| For when you should have danced | |
| Even death will die | |
| Even though consumed by fire | |
| We spin around the night |
| An ash painted chamber where death has been | |
| A song of entrails strung upon a violin | |
| On the brow, blood and sperm, with bile thinned | |
| And sealed with Hecate' s nightshade kiss | |
| Five live cats, into a pentagram pinned | |
| To fuel their yowls, be they partly skinned | |
| A will to call the reaper to seal the abyss | |
| Where the halfeaten faces of Choronzon grin | |
| And the deluge begins | |
| As a wail runs its course | |
| Defeat devours defiance | |
| Life congeals, unhallowed | |
| Stench billows | |
| Raped into compliance | |
| The strong force yields | |
| To the redivider | |
| Altars bleed their rotting sanctity | |
| Aborted selves convulse | |
| Retch momentity avulsed from bliss | |
| The walls give way | |
| To a trembling pandemonium | |
| Nightmares flood the dying soul' s septic vision | |
| Decrepit screams, extraneous and obitual | |
| Gnosis through unbearability, psychosis by volition | |
| This is not a happy ritual | |
| Triumphantly | |
| Entropy parades its mandibles | |
| Tendons snap, bone rips from bone | |
| Atrocity transfigures overthrown humanity | |
| A scythed obscene apparition stands alone | |
| Praise the descending dark | |
| Praise limbo' s dripping vulva | |
| Praise the perishing spark | |
| That takes with it eternal life | |
| Ignium imus nocte et consumimo igni | |
| The acolytes shed blood devoutly | |
| Dying slowly where they kneel | |
| The figure reaches out | |
| His clutches grab an easy meal | |
| But as the fiend unvigilant, | |
| Turns to feed, the master draws | |
| Upon his chest a sigil and | |
| Inverts death and the devil' s laws | |
| Ignium imus nocte et consumimo igni | |
| Vigna te, vigma temere me tangis et angis | |
| Forta faterno culto mulli claudaris lament | |
| Immare irate, in subata procella | |
| Invoco te, marstra occulta stella | |
| For when you | |
| Even death will die | |
| We spin around the night | |
| Consumed by the fire | |
| Cross thyself, you plague | |
| And vex me without need | |
| Even though consumed by fire | |
| We spin around the night | |
| In seas of wrath and sudden storms | |
| I invoke thee | |
| We spin around the night | |
| Consumed by the fire | |
| For when you should have danced | |
| Even death will die | |
| Even though consumed by fire | |
| We spin around the night |
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