1. HORNS INSIST VICTIMS

I curse this carrion of flesh
It is so weak...
Blood stains this sharp knife
Finally the moment when death takes over...

So many are the religious throats I have opened
Many are the victims who prayed and screamed for mercy... and for nothing.

Blood has stained this knife so many times before
This time it is my own... my sacrifice...
Satan, this corpse rots for you...
I bleed your blood, I summon you!
Now hear me, you who command death, rats and flies!
Among them I have blasphemously crawled for so long... full of hate, in bitterness.

Your spirit exists as the most powerful curse of all, as a fatal disease that rots humanity.
I have injected your black blood and killed the human inside me...
Suicide!
I joined to march towards the holocaust under your horns... where souls squirm in misery... where life in all forms end.
To a place where the eye of God is blind and where Jesus bleeds and dies for nothing and his body and soul are mutilated with the blade of Blasphemy.


2. MORE SOULS FOR HIS VICTORY

Truth lies in the fact that nothing but Death and Void prevail.
Satan, give euthanasia for all human race which is based on feeble compassion!
The spirit of the lamb lives not only in religions but also in human flesh.

Superior is the existence which lives from the suffering of others.
In the name of the Devil!
These are the words which testify His wisdom... the inevitable end!
His soul is a knife that lies inside human,
His stare ignites the angelhorde, may Jesus weep...
Devil, let us burn as your disciples!
All life in earth shall suffocate before your breath of sulphur!

March towards His abyssic reigns where sin is a virtue... taste His blood and kill yourself in devotion for Him!
No sacrifice is great enough...

End of all life


3. THE PURPLE THRONE

You are the purple Throne and the bloodred sky

You have no name but the thousands we have given to you
(yet none of them glorifies you more than silence)

...made of might and sorrow...

My red grinning wrists call you
They know your name
They are your name

Your excellency, you are the rotting factor in me

You are the mist behind their backs

Life is my grave
There is no salvation only the purple Throne in a black room behind the fucking nightmare mirrors of life

You are the inevitable
And I speak to you with an unknown language
Words about nothingness
Voices without words
Mouths with no tongues

You are the inevitable
King 666
You have no name nor language
You are the purple throne
And the bloodred sky
And I call you with my knife
In front of the nightmare mirrors of life