Rising, from the fathomless depths of torment
Devouring the source of all lies
Deny them eternity
Peeling, the rotten skin of the ones so holy
Conquer wearing trophies of god
Seeing them crawl back, repent, and slowly decay
Carving crosses out of spines of the dead
There will never be prayers in the halls again
Bloodbath
Merging soil with stone and anger
Terrible the smell of mankind
Deny thе eternity
Quarterеd, breaking through to you with a dull blade
Sharpened is the sinister smile
Seeing them crawl back, repent, and slowly decay
Carving crosses out of spines of the dead
Turning the masses to coal through flame
There will never be prayers in these halls again
Covered in the blackened soil in carrion, the ways of old
We laugh amidst the smell of the dead
Covered in the blackened soil in carrion, the ways of old
Our time of fucking dominion
Burn, to the ground
Burn, it, down
Burn, to the ground
Burn, it, down
Peeling, the rotten skin of the ones so holy
Conquer wearing trophies of god
Seeing them crawl back, repent, and slowly decay
Carving crosses out of spines of the dead
Turning the masses to coal through flame
There will never be prayers in these halls again