These words shall burst into heavens As a scrream of thousand throats This is the time, when the sky shall weep Over the most glorious failure as god
My thoughts are razors, my words are cuts On this work of deceit I shall mark my sign With scythe across the throat of YHVH Tetragrammaton - I am the end of thee Feed him not with energy, feed him with pride So he shall choke on our vanity For this is what we were given For this is what we are meant to be Tetragrammaton - thy corpse shall give birth to me
Open hearts and seeds shall be planted As we march towards damnation - to be reborn! Open hearts for perdition to enter For sins to bind us all As we march towards Death Not without fear, yet with sardonic smile on our faces
The truth I've chosen to search for So distant, yet getting closer and closer With caressing touch of a cold, pale hand Reaching from black robe I shall transform through holy thirteen From serpent to eagle to fly beyond To taste the fruits from the highest branches Of the Tree of Death
Holy Death - Sodomize this feeble image of loss Holy Death - Plant Thy seeds in me Holy Death - Rape this feeble image of loss Holy Death - Impregnate it with semen of utmost perfection
Mother of night, mother of night Be my guide, through the halls of the dead Across the path where no Will is limited When nothing is real - everything is permitted
Come! Reap what demiurge has sown water the fields with blood of man Transform us, taker of life Lead us away from this world Take us back to the womb