Holy Blessings To None

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THEY WERE DANCING IN THE PRIEST'S ROBES
DELIGHT OF SACRILEGE GLISTENED ON THEIR LIPS
THEIR GLEAMING PONIARDS WOULD SOON BE STAINED
WITH THE HOLY BLOOD OF THE NUN

AND AS THEY SPOKE IN TONGUES THEY OPENED THE GATE
AND THROUGH THE BLACKENED CORRIDOR THEY SEEMED TO FLOAT ON AIR
THE ROBES OF THE PRIEST IGNITED IN FLAME
AS THEIR JOURNEY TO HELL COMMENCED WITH PAIN

TO ETERNITY THEIR DEEDS HAVE BEEN CAST
FOR THEY SHALL FATHER THEIR UNHOLY PACT
AND THRU THE VIRGIN THEY GRANT THE CURSE OF LIFE
IMMORTALITY, FOR THEY BELIEVE SHE SPAWNS THE ANTICHRIST

NOW I STAND HERE ALONE, HAVING SEEN THE ABYSS
MY POWER WILL TAKE ALL CONTROL
THE LAST BELL HAS RUNG, ENSHROUDED BY MIST

AND NOW I STAND HERE AS ONE, RISEN FROM THE ABYSS
MY POWER THRIVES ON THEIR SOULS
HOLY BLESSINGS TO NONE, SEALED BY HER KISS

TO ETERNITY THEIR DEEDS HAVE BEEN CAST
FOR THEY SHALL FATHER THEIR UNHOLY PACT
AND THRU THE VIRGIN THEY GRANT THE CURSE OF LIFE
IMMORTALITY, FOR THEY BELIEVE SHE SPAWNS THE ANTICHRIST

ALL DIMENSIONS IMPLODING
SHE STANDS ON THE EDGE OF THEIR PLIGHT
ON STRATA CLIFFS THE FIRES UNFOLD
TO WARN THEM OF THEIR DEMISE

THE CIRCLE OF EACH DAY SHALL LINGER
TO PROLONG THE SUFFERING AT HAND
ENJOY THE PAIN OF EXISTENCE
FOR THIS DAY COULD SOON BE YOUR LAST

BORN OF THE VIRGIN, THE GIFT OF LIFE
ETERNAL WISDOM, THE ANTICHRIST

THE CIRCLE OF EACH DAY SHALL LINGER
TO PROLONG THE SUFFERING AT HAND
ENJOY THE PAIN OF EXISTENCE
FOR THIS DAY COULD SOON BE YOUR LAST

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from Holy Blessings To None, released January 27, 2016

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Stone Magnum from Michigan City, was formed in August 2010. With a style rooted in hook laden doom metal, Stone Magnum explores the dark forces controlling man’s submissive existence.

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