Rising from spectral mist our lord makes his call Of dominance and retribution mourners of christ shall fall Storm clouds are burning red the vultures are swarming to feast To prey upon the worthless flock like a carnivorous fucking hard beast!
Into the crypts they burn in defeat The remnants dissolve, as ashes turn to dust
The slaves are in fear of what becomes of their fate Nothing for them will evolve us heathens shall burn their fuckin gates Attacking we bear the flag as a mark for our liberty A merciless act of debauchery the leaders in de vine supremacy
Rise above we claim the throne Uphold the spectral dominance
Destined to the grave
Into the fire they burn in defeat The remnants dissolve as ashes turn to dust
Of spectral dominance from the fuckn grave
Doomed in their wake, bludgeoned as parasites Beggars of salvation, are only left to rot
