My hate is a complete disdain for all things religious The signs of God's funeral are carved in my own necromancy Let the darkness consume me My hate will bring chaos and failure Your life will be erased by your savior Welcome to the empire of death Alive in the abyss of the underworld The world turns into my grave A place where life never stood a chance guarded by the abortions of god Let's summon the dead and raise their bodies to harvest the last relics of humanity So face your maker, and pay the price for your failures
This is your end Evil lurks in the cryptic clouds, followed by sinister screams This is the end. Your end!
Heaven has fallen like the angel of light My reign brings scorn upon their heads All I see are bones and flesh, relics of humanity, open up the wings of death worshipping all the agony See how the world turns into my grave This is the place where life never stood a chance, guarded by the abortions of God Let's summon the dead and raise their bodies to harvest the last relics of humanity
(Dickie Allen) Screaming children build the satisfaction in my ears, as I tear their wholes apart Blood on my as I let my holiness spill over their tiny faces I will crucify their souls on the altar of suffering for all the gods to see One after the other, their lifeless bodies Hanged upon the rusy hook in the holy towerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
