I await the day of beckoning

When your kingdom shall below

I feed the flames with your words

As you taste their devoted flesh

Deep into the

Depths of depravity

I will not mourn

The loss of your flesh

Nothing is tempting me

Before no one I will kneel

I abhor the oppression from divinity

It is only for the wicked creed

I see through your absolution

As your creation erodes and bleed

Deep into the

Depths of depravity

I will not mourn

The loss of your flesh

Nothing is tempting me

Before no one I will kneel