Cathedral gates are open Come the hordes of Belial Unholy union amidst the ancient columns On the altar of now weak and feeble Christ Entrails mixed with sacrificial wine Pure essence of holiness desecrated and defiled For eternity the crosses will burn in the shrines The crucifix covered with spittle and dust Will break to pieces from sheer hate
The scream of god's servants heard in the distance Sounds of pain in the silence of the everlasting stones
They are waiting in their tombs Soon the time will come When god's power fades away
Liberation under pale moonlight Time of profound debauch and slaughter Abyss filled with the stench of terror Corridors fraught with sacred bodies
They are waiting in their tombs Soon the time will come When god's power fades away
Interred aeons ago by the power of cross Enslaved by the pretended sanctity Persecuted for the reluctance to obey Cursed with malice and utter cowardice
Above the altar Hangs the impotent Redeemer Gradually falling down Engulfed by foul decay His cross no longer strong
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