All throughout the centuries, existing year to year. Lives on the powerful entity to thrive on pain and fear. A derelict of heavenly Gods, a feeling from within.
Centuries of war and waste. Have dealt a mortal blow. Mother Earth begins to rot. Humanity on death row. Life does slowly cease to be. Death seems so surreal.
["this is not an anti-religious, anti-christian nor anti-anything song. it is about those (hopefully) few televangelists who prey and profit on the weak, poor and directionless. 'command' is narrated by one who is under their 'spell' and one who has just freed himself from one of these cult-like farces. i guess those having problems should be cautious about who they turn to these days. thrash!"].
["the realisation of fantasy beyond what is pleasurable. seizure of both mind and soul as lust and passion overcome their bodies in rhythmic waves of sexual delight. gushing energies generate intense erotic sensations, fulfilling every imaginable yearning. the ultimate gratification of physical love."].