Fist in the face for the time smothered angel
By Satan my scythe will shallow every hallow
Open now dear blood soaked soil
By Satan I pour magma down throat
Come ghost faced hungry shadows of shadows, shadows
By Satan I drink the darkness they drool
With victorious weapons
I will melt every angels wings
Triumph of the will
Striking to kill
Triumph of the will
Striking to kill
Cloak the earth with a thousand nights
And a billion dead
We toast and drink from and chalice
Filled with shreds of life
And I know my eyes are knifes
To shred every fucking stream
Of Christian light