• By the light of the moon
    and the beings of the night
    A curse has been laid upon us
    To seek and tear the celestial gloss to pieces

    By the power of death
    and the shadow of the reaper
    A call has been brought upon us
    to complete the infinite fall of heaven

    Without the wit or will to end this journey
    we continue travelling towards our faith
    Harvesting helpless Christian spirits
    raping the sanctity saints

    The heavenly Father is stretching his hand
    pathetically begging for mercy
    We spit and piss on His sacred flesh
    As we breathe the breath of the unholy

    For with the sign of the pentagram
    hellfire rage is for us to come
    As we shall wander the pit

    Unhallowed by the infernal one
    we are forever captured by the embrace of death