Spawn of the darkest evil divine. A creation of the holy womb. Step aside for lord Sathanas. His fist so deep within. A servant am I and in flesh am I captured.
Bow for me, inferior. I demand you in the name of the horns. For I am the one. To bring the demise of the bearer of thorns. You who's father. so pityful upon the cross died.
Created by them. Yet reborn through Him. Blessed from life and lie. For the cunts that are licked. By your gentle tounges. Are raped and cursed to die.
A pallid shape is floating. A lurid shroud of fading life. What ones was a place so glimmering and bright. Has ignited itself and burnt out of light. I canonize thee, lord of the odius.
Feel the coming of a storm. Of wrath burning red as blood. Thundering forth. With poison in veins and death in the eyes. Under banners as mirrors reflecting.
Beyond gods pestilent grace. Obscured by light his spawner dwells. Hidden but soon to be found. Beyond shrouds of fading life. All fires leave reeking ashes.