I curse the name of God, and I curse the name of light, I have no sight in this infinite deafening night, With hatred rendered to one, With withering
Leave me rot, upon the bloody stairwell of blackness, from a lake of purity, now in the form of a black dead dove, molten souls petrified to igneous
Severed limbs of virgin angels rain upon the earth as Heaven set ablaze, in depth and worship, of Him, Jesus groveled, inverted, on the holy wastelands
Summoning the beast, through lust and murder, by separating your torso with my claws, and devouring your heart and soul, I am one with Him blood we
Within the cage of flesh, behind the bars of bones, my soul lies decadent and deteriorating, rotting, yet a living decomposition, I accept the ways of
