Testi:
Unholy Wretched

can you one day triumph with me..." Rejoice in sweet submission of murder, of conceit How can you ever triumph with me?!?! I'd rather be wretced and broken

can you one day triumph with me..." Rejoice in sweet submission of murder, of conceit How can you ever triumph with me?!?! I'd rather be wretced and broken

unholy way We are the war machine We are machines for war Hunting down out prey Spill the blood the unholy way War, destruction, blasphemy War, destruction

Wretched hands and tired eyes. Born in death and reborn in lies. Too long have I watched in silence too long have you haunted my steps. I am bred to

that fall serve the maggots need Descention, thrusting to the second plain Minos judges as his tail twines Lustful thoughts and greed whip these wretched

Majesty Incantations, spoken at the stroke of midnight, exhume their bodies from their timeless slumber Soulless participants in this unholy ritual,

legions gathering for virtuous insemination Molest and sodomize deride the seed of god's creation Impale the Nazarene succumb to a spiritual inversion In our unholy

unholy crimson rains from the darkest depths of hell fall into this wretched dungeon where god's first angel fell the rats feeding on the corpses ignore

crooked, straight line Closing of minds to these innocent crimes Now they're deaf, dumb, and blind! One foot in Hell Wretches! This pitiful man Preaching