Masters in chapel at head of the stone decrepit mutilations imbed in the throne hunt for the crucifiers death will atone blasphemous sacrament, all is unknown

Fuel the fire born in the sky into the sun where we'll never die aftermath epitaph, the surface has fell fall to your hell lost lair of nightmare look to the ground or the dead will be born holocaust mind is lost the fire now burns in your soul

Hurling through portals of time yet unseen his presence announceth by chorus of screams phsical possession by toll fo a hell eternal tasks of torture, your own seat in hell

We dispose and regulate myopic celestial saints reducing them to mindless waste discharging fiercely at once back into this godforsaken haven of no account

On tombs they lie, communion's table the flesh we offer is ripe bow and behold the lord of aggression pummelling amomg his blackest wings