Spirits in black reward me for sacrifice
I foresaw the cross fall and shatter into a thousand pieces
I burned the offerings
I burned the angel's wings
And aimed all hell's force at the saviours of men

Harvest and erase the saints not the sinners
and fetterthem back to the kingdom of shadows
I am the fall from grace
And father of bastards
With the name of the devil carved into my face

A underworld calls where light shines with absence
and rapture terminates the memories of christ
This is for godfear
This is for those who bear
The mark of the horns that has killed a religion