Our virtue comes from the hairy lairs of Sodom. And our grace from the moist dens of Gomorrah. The joy of the godless lasts but a moment, the mirth of the wicked is forever. The boiling of our veins… with vile mercury, with spit and poison of cobras, glorifies our impenitent sins. Our jealous hearts are too lazy to be opened. To our joy, we are a backwards generation. For we are corrupt and certainly his children. Calamities shall be reaped and wasting famine against us, consuming pestilence and deadly plague; glistening waves of ravenous lice, black tidal currents crawling over us; running insects curdled in blood, the blades that will make us childless. One sting for each sin, each carries the sin of the other. One sting for each sin, mankind’s sins recorded on single skin… and you will wear mine too. A new altar is built for my new gods: Icons of blood, and a new cross from the arms of Christ. In our homes terror will reign, our life will be severed in half seven times over, as our sins deserve, our afflictions will be multiplied. The Lord’s wrath stands amongst us like a mute raging monument, existence will be meaningless, the will be no future for us. No rains in heaven to wash out our sins, no hells below to purify our unclean flesh. No curses enough to bless the wicked! Don’t be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body. Come! My cursed ones, possess you the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world… Come! My blessed ones into everlasting fire, which was prepared for the Devil and His angels, and praise the Lord. Such is the fate for the judged… burning in damnation fires! All the temples of the known religions fell like sand, and vapour filled the air, for the seas were burned away… And lava spilled forth equally across the surface of land, and mountains were engulfed into the red scorching depths beneath. But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters, and all liars - they will be consigned to the fiery lake of burning sulfur. This is the second death. Reaching ever higher, the flames sing as thunder and the black world is lit up by our burning desires.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
