By the light of the moon and the beings of the night A curse has been laid upon us To seek and tear celestial gloss to pieces
By the power of death and the shadow of the Reaper A call has been brought upon us To complete the infinite fall of heaven
Without the wit or will to end this journey we continue travelling towards our faith Harvesting helpless Christian spirits raping the sanctity of saints
The heavenly father is tretching his hand pathetically begging for mercy We spit and piss on his sacred flesh as we breathe the breath of the unholy
For with the sing of the pentagram Hellfire rage is for us to come as we shall wander the pit Unhallowed by the infernal one we are forever captured by the embrace of death
