Virgins, Satans, Monsters, Martyrs
You, Haughtily Despising the Reality of Life
Avid for Infinity, Whose Mouths Blaspheme in Spasms
Rejoice DO-O-I-A DONASDOGAMA

Lecherous God Enamoured of Suffering
Changes All the Holinesses into Faeces
Which Is Humbly Taken
By Obedient Castrates in the Act of the Highest Spirituality

Symbolic Eucharistic Cannibalism

Demons Float About Around Me
Surround Me with Deceptive Aura
I Swallow Them - Their Poison Seethes in Me
Fills Me with Lust, Violent Fury!
I’ll Make Seven Knives from the Seven Deadly Sins!
And I’ll Stick Them All in Your Bleeding Heart

At the Bottom of the Soul, Paschal Supper Hypocritically Consoles the Suffering
And Mercy Manages to Keep Alive That, Which Grew up to Death

He Is Alone, and Atrocious, But He Gained the Crown
This Pale God with an Inverted Face, This God of Delicacy
But He Won’t Denigrate the Universe; He Won’t Shake the Stars…
I’ll thrust at You with a Sword Tempered in the Blood of Snake,

You Grey God, I’ll Tear Your Heart to Pieces
You’ll Fall in the Abyss Forever.
You’ll Be a Lonely Devourer of Shit, Suffering Oblivion

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.