Kingdom Come

Our deep world of darkness, So infinite and formless
So far from paradise, Still ill at ease
We decree, we despite, We deceive, we arise
Spawned at the dawn of ages, From the bowels of this world

From the depths of depravity, Suffocating in perversity
Amidst these illusions of grandeur, Altars reeking od sacrifice
We disciples of damnation, Here in the heart of Hell
Come and hear the word, The word turned to flesh
The flesh turned to stone, Verse or curse? Our thirst perverse
This domicile of the damned, Where angels fear to thread