Heavenly father forsaken The unholy presence of godly intent No souls will go to your chapel Once blood is spilled and feasted on
Guilty of sin Growing illness within The life of a bastards worth nothing to me
Killing with hate Torture their faith Death is what perverted liars awaits Credulous mother of divine incest Lavish praise for the whore of gods Unfold your legs of deceit Receive my mutilation
Guilty of sin Growing illness within The life of a bastards worth nothing to me Killing with hate Torture their faith Death is what perverted liars awaits