Magnificent sight of the nigrescent horizon

Of stars that weep the death of their creator

With blood I stain my soul which lives encased

Within the enclaves of his fiery domain



Castrate the Redeemer



The apostles torture the nearing messiah

A celestial orgy of traitor angels

Devours the heavenly sworn entities

The seventh mystery has been unlocked



Castrate the Redeemer



Grand Belial sent me his soldiers as

The strongest angels of the feeble one

Tried to halt the sickest of onslaughts

Tears flood the wingless slaves of the King



Lucifer taught me the life of those times

When I stitched the scars of my pact with God

I then savoured the Virgin Mary's pessary

As I watched the birthing of the false prophet