Know that you shall die like whores And the cries of your writhings shall rise To please their Lord... So before the sword Side with me in slaughter
I am Methuselah of the Tribulation The Moonchild come to harm The spoken horns of desolation
Drink the pouring of my fury Those darkened waters spur The brink of war as my judge and jury And rapist executioner Our time is short, the horsemen ride A foul-breathed chora howls, besides Damnation and a day has passed This divine right to genocide!
