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Trials of the Flesh

from Cantate of the Black Mass by Witchcult

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Friars, priests, kings and judges
All are mere dolls to our Lord
All their power in his clutches
For tribulations and reward

And so the lords of earth enthralled
Now saw the witches’ rule of all
And that their own would fade and pall
And thus in them he would instill
A hunger deep for ails and ill
Towards his own to hunt and kill
A trial of the will

They tried to find our hidden markings
They made us read aloud their prayer
They tested us by our drowning
And scolding iron we would bear

But we’re of trickery and mettle
And lies are ever in our breath
And defiled by his devils
Can suffer anything but death

Atop the Judas cradle
Astride the anguish pear
Far stretched upon a table
And on the iron chair

Their final measure was by fire
As thousands innocent were gone
A dire purge on the pyre
But even then we would taunt:

Tongues of fire, tongues of fire
With every word my voice grows higher
Breathe the word, breathe the word
From lungs ablaze my voice is heard
Tongues of fire, tongues of fire
I call upon the names most dire
Breathe the word, breathe the word
And exhale spells most grave on earth

Thus it was through the ages
But our suffering is past
Now we stand more tenacious
And our coven has grown vast

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from Cantate of the Black Mass, released March 15, 2019

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Witchcult Copenhagen, Denmark

WITCHCULT is a Danish black metal group originally concieved in 2014 by Besat, Spedalsk and Benedictus on guitars, vocals and drums respectively.

The music is a blasphemous unity of the violent and the vicious, the sinister and the sepulchral. It was concieved to reflect the liturgical format of the lyrics, devoted to Satan and the way of the witch, each a cantata in a sacrament in his name.
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