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 ghostfaced hungry shadows of shadows
By Satan I drink the darkness they drewl
With victorious weapons
I will mett every angels wings

Triumph of the will striking
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 know my eyes are knifes
to shred every fucking stream
of Christian light.