1. THRONE OF THE STYGIAN GOAT

The course of time forever altered
By will of misanthropic legions
Across shorelines of pure revulsion
We march baring the sigil of Satan
To the hills of desolation
Where upon evil deeds commence
Inverted crosses staked into the soil
As a warning to the hordes of Christ

From the blackest abysmal canyons
To the snow-capped mountain peaks
The hellish mists enrapture the living
Consuming as a flesh-eating disease
Christians eaten away from within
The holy soon become the walking dead
The world plunges hard into mayhem
A dying society hangs by a thread

To the hell where we’re going
We won’t need eyes to see
Pure evil breeds all knowing
Your God is a disease

Perversion of religion
A plague shoved down your throat
All hail the Lord of Sickness
Upon the throne of the stygian goat

Crushing the skull of Christ – All hail
Burning church to ash – All hail
Conjuring Lucifer – All hail
Storming the house of God – All hail
In a pact with darkness – All hail
Satan again will rise – All hail
Raid the realm of Heaven – All hail
Your god has died – All hail


2. IN LEAGUE WITH WOLVES

Cold soul
In league with wolves

Refuge
In the snow
In heat with wolves

Call of the wild
Beckoning me
Living in woods and dreary caves
Call of the wolf
Spewing from me
Down on all fours to howl at the moon

Falling upon
Weary travelers
Nothing to eat for several moons
Salivating
Eager for blood
Feasting with my wolfen kin

Eyes gleam
In league with wolves

Wolfchild
Far from home
Raised by wolves

Full moon
In league with wolves

The thrill
Of the hunt
I am a wolf

Bark at the moon
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3. FODDER FOR THE WHIPCOLD

The cord is dipped in glue
The cord is dipped in glass
Hurled at your back
Whipped hard and fast
It could’ve been nails
I should’ve added salt
I’ll wrap it around your neck
And bring your breathing to a halt

The glass digs in deep
You ask for it tighter
The shards push ever deeper
And gently tease the jugular
You scream…

Torture me – You craving fuck
Torture me – I won’t tell
Torture me – Cut me up
Torture me – Give me Hell

I am the violator adorned in chains
Deep in the bowels of my cobwebbed lair
Hooks thru your limbs like cenobite flesh
Keeping you suspended in sheer despair
In this house of shattered dreams
And tight-fitted vinyl masks
The sounds of raw black metal bondage
Echo the want of sadistic tasks

Torture me – You craving fuck
Torture me – I won’t tell
Torture me – Cut me up
Torture me – Give me Hell