The Monolith Deathcult - 7 Months Of Suffering Lyrics

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I turn my eyes to Dagon

Our great god

Flat on his divine face

In the Temple of Oannis

We feel no more glory about the battle of Aphek

What sacrifice is needed for victory?

Enemies who speak in tongues of fire

Purify us in black flames

We burn... oh god we burn!

We bow down in shame and whisper powerless words

"Let not the ark of the God of Israel be with us,

For his hand is hard on us and on Dagon our god"

This blasphemy will be avenged upon us

Our blood will colour the earth blood-red

And it will be licked away by the dog-gods

Darkness will be upon us for three horrible days

Pestilence and death creep over our land

Flocks of bugs will ruin our crops

Blistering flashes from the skies

Onslaught the enemies of Israel

We are the damned race

Cursed by the wrath of Yahweh

Our millennial resurrection

Shall be smothered in blood

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I turn my eyes to Ba'al

Our great god

Powerlessly staring at the horizon

In the temple of Created Things

We feel no more glory about the battle of Afek

What sacrifice is needed for victory?

Those who speak in tongues of distemper

Purify us in black flames

The fire-spitting demon Azazel

Spreads his blackened wings

The earth is drenched in the blood of Goliath

7 months of suffering

Lord Ba'al, creator of our fertile earth

Majestic father and king of gods and men

Master of the mountains, ruler of the rainstorms

We bow down before thy splendour

Lord Ba'al-El, god of life and fertility

Intermit the continual combat with the god Mot

Show the leech of Yahweh thy might

And slay the Hebrews and their ravaging god

We bow down in shame and whisper powerless words

"Let not the ark of the God of Israel be with us,

For his hand is hard on us and on Dagon our god"

Release us from the suffering

Before thine erected sacred altars we beg

We are smitten with divine abominations

Unshackle us from death and sterility

And destroy the realm of the circumcised

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