In the filth of your failure, still suppresive

The overlord's standing supreme

Wounded through time, still it's breeding

Your beckon call ignored



Not of the divine, still it's drinking your wine

A parasites' vanquish in the light

You are the well that waters his hatred

Upon your sins he is feeding



The sins you made

when Adam got laid

Your life is a bitch

because Eve got paid



...and the truth shall set you free...



Liar

This blade I give to thee

I put my trust in you

Deep in you

May your blood keep it warm



Liar

The ways of the parasite

not for your eyes to see

As your icon withers

Odin carries the prophecy



Fire forever