Gargoyles Ye Rose Aloft
Divina Enema Lyrics

In weary lust they have been sate o'er aisle
Demons have indulged in lustful behavior over the aisle, and they seem to be screaming to a stranger to come join them for a while, promising to capture them.

Come we will / Stranger! / Stay for a while... / You will be our capture / why won't you be...
The demons invite the stranger to stay and be captured by them, compelling them with promises.

So the dome is assailed by deviltry
The dome is being attacked or besieged by the actions of the devil or demons.

Virulence 'thro abominable sight / Come we will / Ye wait! / Tremendous ae!
The demons, taking on the form of gargoyles, promise the stranger virulent experiences through abominable sights, telling them to wait for something tremendous.

They frown upon earth and earth's centuries / Here the gargoyle's high above mighty kings / The beast has outdone 'em so she's got to wheeze / Lay wallow in cloudy skies / watch 'em if you please
The gargoyles, representing an otherworldly force, sneer at the accomplishments of earthly kings, believing themselves to be superior. They exist in the clouds, seemingly struggling to breathe, and dare the stranger to observe their presence.

I was sick and tired of blear and rainy day / so I did decide to have my rest that way / In spite of ostensible spat in my heart / I sat at the pulpit in hall breathing hard
The singer was fed up with a gloomy, rainy day and decided to rest inside. Despite internal conflict, he ended up sitting in a hall, possibly in a religious context.

What would you say if we asked / you to remain here / until the time when days and nights are over / and then... come we will! / Did you not e'er happen to feel / as if you had lived somewhere formerly / and long ago? / And now you do discover / you're looking at something / you had seen long / long ago
The demons as gargoyles try to entice the stranger to remain with them until the end of time, possibly taking advantage of a sense of deja vu or familiarity.

I've lost the track of time / Wild slumber swept away 'em all / Foamy fog is upon the woe-stained floor / pale gleam of silver chandeliers / obscure and delusive chants / have run over the choirs / so slow...
The artist has lost sense of time and is experiencing a disorienting and eerie atmosphere of chandeliers and chanting in a foggy room.

...Hence your virtuous mass / shall be almost like the sacred grove / where GOD himself does dwell and reign / among such saints which all you have become!
The virtuous mass is compared to a sacred grove where God reigns, and those who participate in it become saints.

The last one I heard
This is the last line that the artist recalls hearing.

Sow the seed of the faith / deep into your hearts and lay open the gates / do lead towards the skies / there's the only device / that does promise place for you in paradise!
The singer encourages others to have faith in their hearts and open themselves up to the promise of paradise and a higher power.

I was falling asleep so I did close my eyes...
The artist is falling asleep and closing their eyes.

I was assailed by the spectre of beast / Lay waste all those charges 'cause I can't resist / I was obsessed by the shadow of noose / Take away your husk / I cannot refuse...
The singer is attacked by a beastly apparition and is incapable of resisting. They are seemingly haunted by an image of a noose and plead for release from their physical body.

Insidious grove! / And you shall have / your wooden scales for your very own!
The grove is described as insidious and those who enter into it will be given wooden scales.

It seems to me I won't suffer this a-waiting for...
The singer is impatient and does not wish to continue waiting.

As the darkness doth ravish the light wi' delight / sae deceit decimateth all the devoted minds / Chase the moribund rays of that desperate dawn / blood-red hues / that ye're hunting among for the crown / ye had ne'er had / and probably never ye will... / Ae hath ne'er been belonging to yer majesty! / But... ye believe that they will / reveal the unreal / the forces they hold / and the power they steal!
The darkness destroys the light, and deceit corrupts the minds of the devoted. The artist encourages the hunting of a crown through bloody means, but reminds the listener that they have never had it and likely never will. However, they believe that unreal forces will reveal themselves and give them power.

Bemoan the lust of life with me! / Bewail their gloomy destiny!
The artist calls for lamentation for the lustful aspects of life and the bleak future they hold.

Just beware their bicker! / Of this ae... / I don't care!
The singer warns of bickering and discord and claims not to care about a particular situation.

Well / ye lay bar those wooden gates!
The singer instructs someone to bar wooden gates in a commanding tone.

Run outwards the reality! / Over the yawning deep... / Where as ye sow so shall ye reap!
The artist commands someone to run towards reality and warns them of the consequences of their actions.

Each one received / swallowed and sipped / of that holy host' / "body" and "blood" / wafer and vine... / You'll do as divine / when yield shall arise / when you get Eucharist!
Each person receives the holy host when they partake in the Eucharist, and it is believed to transform them into something divine.

It seemed to me then... / They swallowed and sipped / instead of that holy host' / wafer and vine / only acorns and water... / like in sleepy nightmare! / All seemed to me then / "He seems to be dead!"
The artist experiences a surreal and possibly frightening moment where those around them appear to be consuming acorns and water instead of the holy host, and there is a sense of death or death-like states surrounding them.

Lo! Whole vortex appears / drawing all wicked things / whining demons and imps / there is nothing to seize! / They reflowed forth again / beating their wings in vain snarling / no one is to blame / but it's true all the same!
A chaotic and evil vortex appears, attracting demons and imps, but there is nothing to be gained from it. The creatures beat their wings fruitlessly and snarl in frustration, with no one to blame for the emptiness that permeates the scene.

This bout mire before me spread forth the abyss / so the heaven e'en seemed to be / on the verge of tears / Were I asked what I'd seen / through the veil of that mist / thick and grey one had covered swamps with its quilt / and the silence / dead one did howl so through my ears / that I hardly could hear / I should probably say / Almost nothing I felt through that torture but pain / but that ominous emptiness did whirl me away... / As it seemed to me then / far away from my corpse!
The artist experiences the image of a swamp covered in thick mist, with a deafening silence and a sense of pain and emptiness. They feel as though they are being pulled away from their body.

Behold his holy holt anon...
The singer commands others to behold a holy place.

But I shall be dead long before / everything will have become clear to me... / I have never heard such improper song / e'en though incredible call it ye will!
The singer believes they will be dead before they can fully understand everything, and is surprised by a song they find improper and strange.

Call us inscrutable! / Then all the things of that sort shall cease! / Call 'em incredible wood or stone... / and bog if you please! / Which guise do you prefer? / Whose scales do you mean to be the chosen one?
The demons dare the singer to call them inscrutable or incredible, knowing that it will cease their activities. They offer the options of different materials to be characterized as, and question which option the listener prefers.

You had better petrify! / Why won't you try to deify your way?
The artist urges someone to become petrified and questions why they are not attempting to attain god-like status.