You, beacon of sanctimonious righteousness
Consolation prize for vulnerable souls
Primordial vengeance you shall feel, at the end of your days
The only warmth will be hellfire's sweet blaze
We'll pull you to insane shadows, beyond the wall of sleep
We'll decorate your soul and spirit
By the satanic torment against the lamenting sheep
In the deepest caverns within mind
Dwells the subliminal need to convert the sheeps
Deprivation of emotion, with knife
Conversion leading to suicide
It's raining blood from heaven on the day of doom
Scent of innocence turns to reek of putrefaction.
Since the day when virgin cunt defecated the icon of weakness
Has the lands been as verminous grave
Soulless and broken by profane agony
Struggling and yielding before insanity
Soulless and broken by profane agony
Sculptures in flesh, terrorized mind
And soul filled with fathomless horror
This is your destiny, feel the fucking pain now
Close the gates for tomorrow
triumphant are we who oppose