Tell me all the things I want I shall prove myself among the wise I have failed you Grant my wish, I beg of thee For I have done all the deeds you have asked of me That whimpering, wretched whore that birthed your adversary I retrieved her head and mutilated every last remain The blood of the innocent, I have spread with no fucking remorse How dare you interfere; my monumental wake Forever keep these words from my mouth
I will become the Father of Lies
Holiest of Holy, I ensure your crucifixion Enlighten me, 'O Noble One, of your mendacity Give me the clearest view of your so-called commonwealth We are your foes, Annihilators of the Sky
(Limb from limb) The rites are carved into your forehead (Limb from limb) Engorged into your psyche (Limb from limb) I smell the stench of your demise (Limb from limb) Humanity will be destroyed
My Procreator, I have warned thee of my prophecy Until that day, stand your fucking ground My Procreator, stand your fucking groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
