From the Thirteen Apostles men Pregnant nymphets hast they become Defiled with divine faeces; Despicable rot, tortured flesh Those eyes have witnessed
Dei nostri templum terrarum orbus est.
"-Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy." Psalm 99:3 Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy Odium Oh Merciless
Acid streams from the Chalice over the newborn body, Pain rises like deadly waves of sulphur And it cries with despair and supplicates As it dissolves
Hearken, thou, until I relate things that shall come to pass in latter ages of the world, for we are the seeds of the triumph yet to come... Only a few
No place to hide, its time to suffer After the tracking come the tortures You'll worship the Devil before you piss away Tremble at the thought of this
Oh Satan, you're the God before whom I stand Live your life in me, See how I erase my name from the lamb's book of life And reject the benefit of the
Ere thou enter farther in such mysteries, comprehend: The secret of the Lord is for those who fear Him and He will make them know His covenant. Cursed
Born of the void as a female human, Sha was full of innocence and weakness (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Her own face soon betrayed her It
Below the lid of a vast rounded monument Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation And uterine
I am the Evil in every form The demon you abondon yourself to. Hungry for an hatred without equal I am the one who brings the pain for the end I am
Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine Amniotic liquid of another kind That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god
Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis putrefactionis conditur, quam ecclesia Domini nostri ei praeposuit. Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating
Extreme ritual of carnal pleasure breaking the chains of dignity Human bodies become the temples of impurity Embrace a shape of living Blasphemy Celebrate
Our skies are forever black Here is no signs of life at all For burning spirits we are Consuming your small universe Slowly but surely No one believes
Death is coming fast She's my only faith And no one will be ignored This is a sick quest I know I'm insane But I don't want to be cured Relentessly
Si momumentum Requires, Circumspice The monument of a deceiving spirit Of myriads of deceiving spirits born of our godly father Rather, stand up with
