With evil stares, we make the tune our call!
To foe and fool, godless tools enthralled.
Blood spattered feet to wicked breath,
we shout "For Baphomet"
And they shall fall, one by the millions, to please the morning star, with death!
We take the place of all! In viral fury.
To Steal upon the wall, our damned belief and pride....
The garnet moon whispers the death of tonight,
as we stood deflowered by Christ.
The Eclipse of Souls, as they beared us the plight.
Never, and never again.
The Angels stood still with no words to imply,
Labeling us the supreme.
The garnet moon whispered the name of our lord,
Lucifer, the crimson had forged.
With man at knee, we make these few to beg!
To claim the vanquished weak, and God, the dark and vague.
Mortality had given they, Easy defeat and full retreat of spiritual hope and faith!!!
We Celebrate to hail the morning star.
Lustrous as etched effigy, it smirks at our dead enemies...The infidel Mortality. |
