The Monolith d**hcult - S.A.D.M. (Svpreme Avantgarde d**h Metal) lyrics

"So The Monolith d**hcult spake, Leader of those Armies bright, Their mighty Statures; on each hand the flames Driven backward slope their metal spires. ...Farewell happy Fields, Where Joy for ever dwells: Receive thy new Possessors: Those who bring The d**hcult, not to be changed by Place or Time. The d**hcult is its own place, and in itself can make a Hell of Heaven, a Heaven of Hell." We are the vile a**ault of the Ancients' inheritance Adorned with gargantuan pinnacles of human genius Soporific mediocrity hath reigned this world for ages Pyrrhic victories lead to ma** self-congratulation Unnumbered hollow claims steeped in deep inanity Teeth were gnashed in anticipation of this atrocity Our confidence and mockery lead to hysteria As it suffers another day of us not having disbanded and died yet Heretic malicious tongues doubt our a**umptions as saviors Branded by envious claims, downtrodden, raising hell The uncouth four-letter expletive banned by Inquisitions Depraved sinister d**h cults wailing hymns of tribulation Infidels whipped and flogged fierce with harsh pomposity Free faculty of the sword against the d**hcult enemies Stalin organs, sonic booms and mammoth orchestral stabs The Old Continent is on the brink of a total collapse Forthwith upright they rear from off the Pool For what celestial light? Hail horrors, hail Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence The superior d**hcult Was moving toward the shore; their ponderous shield Ethereal temper, ma**y, large and round, Hung on their shoulders like the Moon Forthwith upright they rear from off the Pool Their mighty Statures; hail horrors, hail Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least We shall be free; aid the Winds, And leave a singed bottom all involved With stench and smoke. So The Monolith d**hcult spake, Leader of those ma**ive Armies bright Eternal glory, ma**y, large and round, Hung on their shoulders like the Moon Like a fishbone in your throat Come upon you as foretold Chaos bringers, debauched and cruel Shall weigh your gods and you LIke a fishbone in your throat Charlatans start smelling rat Bedazzled crowds thrilled to consume Shall weigh your gods and you "Before time began, there was...the Cult. We don't know where it comes from, Only that it holds the power to create genius art. That is how this scourge was born, They ravaged the Steel until it was consumed by d**h." Supreme Avant Garde d**hmetal We are the vile a**ault of the Ancients' inheritance Adorned with gargantuan pinnacles of human genius Soporific mediocrity hath reigned this world for ages Pyrrhic victories lead to ma** self-flagellation Fatal dumb ugliness sometimes has depths of expression A pastiche of left-wing cant with fawning references 400 years after the abominable slave trade the Dutch have finally found Another way to push another atrocity unto mankind