Revelations Made Flesh

Nothing will prepare your flesh For Hell has long awaited this Convulse in grace of pain Skintight in this catharsis The shine of splattered blood Against cold steel spurred crimson grin A brand new gift to revel in... cut wide open (chorus) Embrace the changes manifest In revelation's form made flesh Taste the pain, your soul is ours Bare your revelation scars Nothing will prepare your flesh For Hell can show you so much bliss In redefining pain What horrors here exist Some come to pleasure them And welcome pain with reverence Like priceless works of art... sickly exquisite (chorus) Insatiable taste for your sweet screams Punishment for vanities A mind broken by envy A perfect body made to bleed Driving rust into your flesh Wear your crown shame dear avarice A wealth of pain your penance wage Severed tongues do not beg Divinity by new design, machinery of deities (chorus)

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025