By the light of the moon
and the beings of the night
To seek and tear celestial gloss
A curse has been laid upon us
to pieces
By the power of death To complete the infinite fall
of heaven
and the shadow of the Reaper
A call has been brought upon us
Without the wit or will to end this journey
Harvesting helpless Christian spirits we continue travelling towards our faith
raping the sanctity of sains
The heavenly father is stretching his hand
We spit and piss on his sacred flesh
pathetically begging for mercy
as we breath the breath of the unholy
Hellfire rage is for us to come For with the sign of the pentagram
as we shall wander the pit
Unhallowed by the infernal one
by the embrace of deathwe are forever captured.
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