Ancient dark lords of the abyss,
Torture christians for all their sins.
Upon grand thrones of skulls they sit,
Disect the souls of the christians.

No gates of gold await,
Your deads have sealed your fate.
Rightious christians of light,
Bask in Satan's dark might.

Rancid flesh
Severed vains
Hack the chest
Eat the remains

Ripping the still warm flesh,
Tearing and gutting, cause of death.
Gouging the carcass, cutting the prey,
Smell the gases from the prutrid decay.
Sucking the fluids from the now cold flesh,
Lasaration

Dark one, hear me
Demon Lord, I command thee
Awaken to blasphemate
Forsaken, procreate
Ritual unseen
Forces guide me
Reborn heretic
Reborn dead.

Christ and his lies, bind me not
Sheep of God, watch your shepherd rot
Exposed as a fake by lucifers light