I read the signs from the eyes of the dead And saw the seed of still-born tomorrow I heard the future from the realms of hell The symphonies burdened with sorrow
There would be a Messiah Not quite the saviour they promised you In Him the sensations of pain arise He is the redeemer, the devourer of light
From the fear inside you would born disorder Spreading like rats upon ruins (Like despair among angels) bringing forth the "apocalypse" and all it holds inside
The true gift from the kingdoms beyond
There would be a messiah Not quite the saviour they promised you In Him all nightmares resite He is the redeemer, the devourer of fucking light...
...And there would be legions Triumphant! Bloodstained hands speaking of their devotion Thousand times thousand wings Would Whip The Air
Inbred bastards of jehovah...! No need to fear the abyss, no need to shed a tear Not a single soul would be sent to hell... ...For Hell is what we'd have here!