Get up from mud, be my flesh, be my poison, be my blood

I'm at war with the false light of my enemies, their fetid tongues will be excised

I will attack their faith as a disease day and night

Destroying these creatures full of false goodness

The line between good and evil cuts through the heart of all men

The sublime and violent search for the right curse

For the strong, it's power, for the weak, it's poison

While the "saints" kneel and pretend forgive, I believe in hate and annihilation

Be the greed, injustice and dominance

I embody what they call lust and opulence

I live for the sins they pretend forbid

Humiliating all kindness below the heaven

I mock and masturbate with your weak dignity

Wickedness is an abomination to your lips

But I will be committed to satisfy my flesh

I am a small fragment of armageddon

Corruption of human essence the sacred balance is broken

Violating and destroying your free will

The rotten wings with poisonous feathers of fake angels of light

Who point their necrotic fingers towards us

We will destroy your false holiness on the highest altar of creation

The nebulae in the night sky howl like a hungry wolf

Witnessing the desperate clamour of weak beings glimpsing the horror

Get up from mud, be my flesh, be my poison, be my blood

I'm at war with the false light of my enemies, their fetid tongues will be excised

I will attack their faith as a disease day and night

Destroying these creatures full of false goodness