Lyrics The Ruins of Beverast

The Ruins of Beverast

God's Ensanguined Bestiaries

Immemorial parchment skin... what horror fills your scrolls!

All exegeses of the foulest words failed to proclaim what your lines unfold

In darkest chambers of celestial dust

All despondency found a written word

Out of silent elysian libraries

Emerged God's ensanguined bestiaries...

Pictured occidental beasts, aeons of filthiest glory, liquefied in sacred ink

Those impure fables seem to ruefully conceal a primordial holy instinct

Ancestors ruined descendants

In Amok against all wisdom and salvation

Eschatological testimonies

Composed God's ensanguined bestiaries...

Furthermore is there a beast named man

Thereof tells God

Whose peculiarities are threefold

Covering the tracks of his atrocities

Storming onwards with his eyes closed

Raised and extinguished

As the fifth shame (from last)!

It was not spoken well of man...

Soiled, unregarded tapestries

Faded, salvational calligraphies

Out of elysian libraries

God's ensanguined bestiaries.