you've given your life to decadent goals with a blessed look in your eyes repent at your mass for the night before when sex was the sinister prize beg
hey you there in the chair why don't you hear your own self? you could find utopia but instead your brain is dead you talk of pains of love and transcendence
"Do what thou will shall be whole of the law" (Aleister Crowley, Liber Oz) fires are burning inside and you barely stand on two feet there's scars arranged
[Black Sabbath cover] rocket engines burning fuel so fast up into the night sky they blast through the universe the engines whine could it be the end
I am heartless you will fear me day and night I reek of putrid mentality and my aura's exuding might there is no way to stop me so consider what you try
stalks are generated and they engrave their names upon the fields blasts of charismatic droplets anoint me through my dying... groping, seizing, tearing
[Instrumental]
Sudden Wall of sleep arrives In my bed, I can't awaken Faintly I can hear their cry Novena for my soul Death in life, boxed in a case In my Sunday's best
onto the street proceed the hearse and limousine laying in the casket, the corpse of inner joy questioning time all hope for loving died greying haze
Here's a tale in history About a period of tragedy A man who thought of horrid things But really sought what happiness brings Terror instilled within
Tie you up don't give a shit lick my asshole suck my dick hold you at gun point bend you over anal lust can't survive this torture fuck there's fire in
, it's easy to see Your pitied, lonely looks in my face I'll make you obey Don't try to delay You never will learn You always return to Exhorder... Exhorder
My religion is myself Desecration's my belief Your misfortune's my enjoyment And I thrive on your disease I don't care about your feelings Pain and torment
Warriors of Sheol ride the storm Coming to retrieve the human forms Black cloak rider, force of sin Mission to destroy white magic's kin Curse their
turn a deaf ear to all of your previous hearings so I can tell you the truth... here we come to defy all we have in mind is us and all the rest is refuse
I love pain, I live to fight Homicide is what I like Full of anger, and filled with hate Violent scene makes me feel great Kill for pleasure, kill for
Praised by all of thee His hands are raised in order to bring salvation Monarchy to hierarchy Imminent excision Propaganda for the "one true god" Leaving
Translation: Exhorder. They Just Don't Know.
