Hordes of the Lord awards the love of the ignorant
Broken is the chalice
Rotted is the bread into ghastly hands
Chained to their malice
Accomplished with the blackened chance
Shrapnel of fear
Spreading inside
The soul is torn to shreds
Shackles of tears
Keeping alive
The vermin shrine's text
Empty is the icon
The cross was left for the feast of the maggots
Perished is the Zion
Only words to excuse the murder and the havoc
Shrapnel of fear
Spreading inside
The soul is knelt to death
Shackles of tears
Keeping alive
The vermin shrine's breath
Afterlife crawling into
Glorified ignorant's mind
Dissolution opens
Angels and demons begin
Incestuous union
Echoing the source of love
Fall and let the dreadful embrace
To shrink your daylight with grace
To keep your eyes closed and blessed
With words which masterly please
Yearn these shrouds of foolish fair tales
Consume the flesh of your tail
Die as the chasm prevails
Expect rewards and exhale!
Cold is the air here in emptiness
Here I am a piece of clay
Harvested and built in a darkened shrine
Hear me now feasting along the vermin
Vomiting Hate!
Cold is the air here in nothingness
Here I am a piece of clay
Harvested and built in a darkened shrine
Hear me now feasting along the vermin
Vomiting Hate!