By the light of the moon

and the beings of the night

A curse has been laid upon us

To seek and tear celestial gloss

to pieces



By the power of death

and the shadow of the Reaper

A call has been brought upon us

To complete the infinite fall

of heaven



Without the wit or will to end this journey

we continue traveling toward our faith

Harvesting helpless Christian spirits

raping the sanctity of saints



The heavenly father is streching his hand

pathetically begging to mercy

We spit and piss on his sacred flesh

as we breathe the breath on the unholy



For with the sign of the pentagram

Hellfire rage is for us to come

as we shall wander the pit

Unhallowed by the infernal one

we are forever captured

by the embrace of death