You, beacon of sanctimonious righteousness, consolation prize for vulnerable souls
Primordial vengeance you shall feel, at the end of your days
The only warmth will be hellfire's sweet blaze

We'll pull you to insane shadows, beyond the wall of sleep
We'll decorate your soul and spirit, by the satanic torment against the lamenting sheep
In the deepest caverns within mind, dwells the subliminal need to convert the sheeps
Deprivation of emotion, with knife, conversion leading to suicide

It's raining blood in heaven on the day of doom,
scent of innocence turns to reek of putrefaction
Since the day when virgin cunt defocated the icon of weakness,
has the lands been as verminous grave

Soulless and broken by profane agony
Struggling and yielding before insanity

Soulless and broken by profane agony
Sculptures in flesh, terrorized mind and soul filled with fathomless horror
This is your destiny, feel the fucking pain now!
Close the gates for tomorrow, triumphant are we who oppose