My spirit is greater than yours I will crush the aeon of god Die jehova! The enslaver Your life lies in my hands You and your angels you Are the whores of fear I will rise in the night of the land. And my dark spirits will rise like plague Spitting poison and hate
Pure angelblood I sip As I slay the lambs of christ Offer me your soul God I tell you time has won
The white of your angels The white of your light Polluted by the blood Of your fallen cities burning
My demons are hunting For your angels fresh white flesh. Your angels are crying And dying all alone.
