can you one day triumph with me..." Rejoice in sweet submission of murder, of conceit How can you ever triumph with me?!?! I'd rather be wretced and
can you one day triumph with me..." Rejoice in sweet submission of murder, of conceit How can you ever triumph with me?!?! I'd rather be wretced and broken
Majesty Incantations, spoken at the stroke of midnight, exhume their bodies from their timeless slumber Soulless participants in this unholy ritual,
evil, forthcoming eve of darkness The chosen one will come Eyes torn out bodies cut in half Twisted corpses hang from broken necks Demented madman Unholy
legions gathering for virtuous insemination Molest and sodomize deride the seed of god's creation Impale the Nazarene succumb to a spiritual inversion In our unholy
This twisted wretched place shadowed By the utmost darks of hell In dreams of black beyond the bounds Of a withered witch's spell Where the doors surely
unholy crimson rains from the darkest depths of hell fall into this wretched dungeon where god's first angel fell the rats feeding on the corpses ignore
crooked, straight line Closing of minds to these innocent crimes Now they're deaf, dumb, and blind! One foot in Hell Wretches! This pitiful man Preaching
united in one And the Eternity once has begun We are rising The Darkest of Names Eternal for those who's alive and forbidden for the Wretched Ones We
throne I walk alone I walk alone By the twisted The wretched and unpure The everlasting The seed of the unholy For all willing And daring to be taken
'm a prince, I'm a king, I'm a ryhme, I'm a ring I'm unable to sleep, I'm unable to sing I'm a desperate and lonely, frightened, unholy thing And you'
and tears that fall serve the maggots need Descention, thrusting to the second plain Minos judges as his tail twines Lustful thoughts and greed whip these wretched
'm a prince, I'm a king, I'm a ryhme, I'm a ring I'm unable to sleep, I'm unable to sing I'm a desperate and lonely, frightened, unholy thing And you
Dark legions gathering for virtuous insemination Molest and sodomize deride the seed of god's creation Impale the Nazarene succumb to spiritual inversion In our unholy
This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of Hell. In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell. Where the doors