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Palid Rogues

from You are Nothing by Apostate Saints

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-Pallid Rogues-

Draw their circle, throw your silver in
Conjure the unhallowed, Faust’s chagrin
Kiss his hands and invite him in
Lay red carpet ‘fore him and become his kin
Pen his thoughts into profane tomes
Words of fire wrought by pallid rogues

Pallid rogues…

The bourgeois feed on the dying meek
Classless gourmands vomit fever dreams
Deluded, poisoned and fucking weak
Corroded veins bleed our currency
Cut and measure; life, loss and between
Sleight of hand and broken knees

Pallid rogues…

A cluttered mass left festering
Lost in games of death
Heedless of the solar hammer
And in the darkest hour,
Calling for a final dawn

Worthless, sever those Midas hands
Death haunts the vanity of mortal man
Odorous spawn
Who gnaw the fallen ones
Collapsed through scorn
Addiction and self disgust

Draw their circle, throw your silver in
Conjure the unhallowed, Faust’s chagrin
Kiss his hands and invite him in
Lay red carpet ‘fore him and become his kin
Pen his thoughts into profane tomes
Words of fire wrought by pallid rogues

Pallid rogues…

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from You are Nothing, released January 13, 2023

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Apostate Saints Melbourne, Australia

Apostate Saints is an expression of dissent and disgust at hate culture, capital worship and the thoughtless barbarism behind continued animal enslavement and massacre.

Sonically inspired by cult bands such as Celtic Frost, Wolfpack, Destroyer 666, Ramlord, Discharge, Consume, Repulsion, Bathory, Master, Samael, Swordwielder, Katatonia, SWANS.
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