Carnal Quintessence Songtext
von Nethergate

It is written in the stars by prophets
From the reaches of Old Siberia
Were a mystic, holy man of Virtue
With healing hands

We beseech you, oh great one anointed
Mystifier true, by God appointed
Cast your favor, let his light imbue you
At any cost!

From Royal loins, sprouted frailty
Confer the Empress unto me
Carnal Quintessence, grave desires
To inspire Regicide!


Growing disease, state of stark infirment
Youthful vessel bedridden internment
God has seen the tears and answers your prayers
The prince shall thrive...

War is coming, commoner uprising
Heed my caution, revolt unsurprising
In the Palace walls implored to remain
Avert the massacre!

Coronation, crowned in debauchery
Adoration, phallic reverence
Exploitation, vested perversion
Fornication, libertine ecstasy, debased liturgy!

By command of spiteful secrecy
I meet my end, through conspiracy
Carnal Quintessence, the final hour
Tsarist Kingdom wanes on borrowed time!