descend Lord of light I will swarm against you now Gods perverse Wickeds at my side Misery Thorns to lance your every word Nazarene Now I crown you king in pain Suffer
hate descend Lord of light I will swarm against you now Gods perverse Wickeds at my side Misery Thorns to lance your every word Nazarene Now I crown you king in pain Suffer
won From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun In drapes inwove with deathshead wing I thank God for the suffering And I thank God for the suffering As
Sifting through the refuse, the shell of what was once a human life. mutilated, torn from the womb, mankind's final solution. innocent, yet callously
Horizon of chaos, the mechanization of our lives. industrial apocalypse, blood pours from gai's wounds. is there a light? i can't see it. there must
Bow down and submit to your master, the modern world, drenched in carnage, a veil of lies hides the atrocities as souls perish in the hatred of humanity
Angels raped by demons as prophets lay in pools of blood- revelation, the fall of mankind is fulfilled as we begin our descent into hell. tormented
Every live creature is blessed by the divinity of creation, we don't need the approval of the oppressors to fight this jihad. a spiritual battle against
Civilization, this civilization, lament of the human race. foresight forsaken in the name of technology raped, our mother, our eyes of her beauty.
The shadow of pestilence invades my every thought, i aagainst i as my soul stands in purgatory. one step from hell, a promise writtin in my own blood
The scars of the pain inflicted have healed, but we have no forgotten. we have not forgotten the rap, the exploitation of our brothers and sisters.
While all our people crying And they stop at Nothing!...nothing!...nothing! In this house of suffering Don,t want but just one thing Got to have my origin In this house of Suffering
my hate descend Lord of light I will swarm against you now Gods perverse Wickeds at my side Misery Thorns to lance your every word Nazarene Now I crown you king in pain Suffer
grief That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes Inwove with death's head wing I thank God for the suffering And I thank God for the suffering as still
