Screams of oblivion shadow the sun The breed of Tartarus Slayer of Balaam descends
Cast down to the snake wreathed margins of Sheol Animating in subterfuge Like the hound that bestrides the Witch of Endor
You roam the bottomless pit of Hades You exult at the moans of a 1000 whores Trading their souls for torment and gore
Forsaking virtue for decadence Their sunken eyes wide with greed They worship your deceit crawling at your feet
Vengeance is your father Slander, your bride We delight at the misfortune of one another Our sins, your pride
Your hands carved the annihilation of Hiroshima You danced on the graves of the dead at Srebrenica Your voice echoed from the blazing guns at Vladivostok The sheep who cradle final solutions; your flock
For 40 days you mocked the Redeemer Yet your enthronement shall never be fulfilled For while we the weak and pitiful succumb and falter He shall stand forever supreme and tall
Vengeance is your father Slander, your bride We delight at the misfortune of each other Our sins, your pride
