Boiling deluge sweeps the landscape Seething waters rush Elegant wave of devastation Erects the plunge upon life We enshrine this glorious black deluge
So you've come for your vengeance Hear - I think the crowd is silent Of me you have dreamt I have grown (I built my domain on your hate) Mock your words
Soaring spell, burns the scattered spawn Enraged journey, through heaven's yell As the wrath of Satan, escapes hell It drowns the waters, erects their
Reaching for the last child of mankind And its effort in silence to stay purified Tormenting, the fool won't survive Slavery in hell for the weak and
Attack crush all the sons of christ with our fierce and invincible might Ah, this lovely sight I have waited for Master of storms marching to battle Creator
What erased this scenery So that I could fancy ridicule over pity And enrace whatever mocked the sky Two hands made these hearts That trembles before
Rise! It is our will to awaken the "Dead" Crawl up from you graves Rise! It is our will to rid you of all chains With these words, with this speech...
Sense destructive deathcore Float amongst the dying Strive to create spaces Deteriorating realm If only I'd been blessed If only I'd accepted Christ
Oh, how I faint when I call upon your aid. Feeling the loss of burden and hearing cries from flowers raped. When you alone set kingdom on fire, I admire
Troops are thrashing onwards To rape all holy land Seek victims as the sun descends Damnation is at hand The sound of killing Threatens the weak Slashed
Sweet scent coloured these, the realm of sweet snakes that tortured me. If everlasting burdens should enter such, as the everlasting torment of hell.
Bleak prudence, bleaker grace Amidst from these venomish losses Prime leagues leads on through vivid senses We have grasped we have honoured Though we
Leave me with my tragedies, those who stick to me like wet leaves in the (dry) sunlight. My face is frozen, byt my eyes still see, for I am in your dreams
I am the phantom you please to see Oh, my precious. Come sleep with me I occurred beside the magic pawn Omnious, is this fading dawn I am the scenary,
A parade of ghosts brought these innocent feelings to where innocent itself was brought to. To view the rush of female tempests. My Sculptured face turns
Intoxicate yourself Be drunken without cease Remembrance drifts in the frozen wind The slave of hunger, now enjoy being free Sordid grace In a torn soul
Merry, you may be. For I am the flesh in your tounge. Create to yourself, images of these glass-eyed figures, and expose to me, your skin - whorish as
Upon the darkest of thrones the true God is visible The filthy sound of ten thousand necro morbid deaths Smear my body with your destructive visions death
