Righteous pleasures drull from the s**ed spent lips of the beast
Feel his tongue pinching at your face
Feel the acide sting as I melt into your flesh
Whilst boring out your c*** with pumping grace week and bleeding
Insetuos unearthing the might masked orgy of darkness files
Satan's s**** locking their jaws into thy flesh and soul of man
Clamed filled hands talon the flesh of your quivering breast
Pillowed around his serpent p****
Behold thyn is the one who speaks true bliss
Like wine the glory flows into the throne to fill the mote with all your mortal
Percged upon his back now the greedy hordes waiting to f*** the scraps
Tearing pieces of your carcassede mind
Awaiting the birth in the church of the blessed dead
I continue to see your face come to me my child
O gaze into an ocean blue your eyes that spark the fear of god in man your demise
Now all there in are time and death of man and beast
Placental mammals giving birth to ilk and sin
Dark and damp and filled with rats
Spewing his seed into the world
Frenzied passion an erupting dark epoch extinguishing the light of heavens bliss
This could not give birth to your messiah who walks to earth
But the minions of the dead condemned to hell
Celebrating the arrival thy unholy king of evil rippling tidings quake across the land
Angels die like moths falling from the sky choking on the smoke, of the week I'm burning
Drowning in your blood, lamenting to some god, blackened sky's wrought the face of satan
Festering in the womb punging the unborn sipping p*** from vineyards of the dieing
Behold thyn is the one who speaks true bliss
Like wine the glory flows into the throne to fill the mote with all your mortal
Percged upon his back now the greedy hordes waiting to f*** the scraps
Tearing pieces of your carcassede mind
Feel his tongue pinching at your face
Feel the acide sting as I melt into your flesh
Whilst boring out your c*** with pumping grace week and bleeding
Insetuos unearthing the might masked orgy of darkness files
Satan's s**** locking their jaws into thy flesh and soul of man
Clamed filled hands talon the flesh of your quivering breast
Pillowed around his serpent p****
Behold thyn is the one who speaks true bliss
Like wine the glory flows into the throne to fill the mote with all your mortal
Percged upon his back now the greedy hordes waiting to f*** the scraps
Tearing pieces of your carcassede mind
Awaiting the birth in the church of the blessed dead
I continue to see your face come to me my child
O gaze into an ocean blue your eyes that spark the fear of god in man your demise
Now all there in are time and death of man and beast
Placental mammals giving birth to ilk and sin
Dark and damp and filled with rats
Spewing his seed into the world
Frenzied passion an erupting dark epoch extinguishing the light of heavens bliss
This could not give birth to your messiah who walks to earth
But the minions of the dead condemned to hell
Celebrating the arrival thy unholy king of evil rippling tidings quake across the land
Angels die like moths falling from the sky choking on the smoke, of the week I'm burning
Drowning in your blood, lamenting to some god, blackened sky's wrought the face of satan
Festering in the womb punging the unborn sipping p*** from vineyards of the dieing
Behold thyn is the one who speaks true bliss
Like wine the glory flows into the throne to fill the mote with all your mortal
Percged upon his back now the greedy hordes waiting to f*** the scraps
Tearing pieces of your carcassede mind