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