I look up, glance at the skies Clouded but yet clear as ice Etesian sights of flickering flames The night of a thousand unknown names
The moon, a crescent one, appears Like on this day before, many years A night so cold and full of sphere Of elder times, drawing near
The throne of which i sit upon Trembling, power reaching my bones Deceptive the frost covers skies and above The moon debilitate while the clouds will dissolve
A night so ancient, covered in hate Demoded religions will now face their fate No remorse for the weakhearted fools They will be slaughtered like idiot mules
Sorrowful screams, i do not feel Mercy or limits to hatred Christian believers vomiting blood As they crawl in the flames
Surreal images of vulgar brutality A sea... of blood Prayerful women suffering pain Of penetration by fire
Aah... My sweet desires Unbounded decay For the religious
I look up, glance at the skies Clouded but yet clear as ice Unbelieving thoughts only contrive I feel like wasting blood tonight
Passionate, resentful, a feel Of vindictive revenge through my steel My reflection seems vague and i Am sure by my sword you will die
Tought by an unholy preceptor A mentor, an evil avatar Avaricious he made me complete The crescent moon awakens to me
Baleful i watch the skies Soon the end comes for lies Spread by the holiest liars Religions will burn in this fire
Throne... of crescent moon Awaken the monstrous hate Inside me...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
