Omega Throne
The Lord givith
The Lord taketh away
And, the blade takes of life
The wound, giver of our pleasure

To the mount we doth travel,
to speak unto the burning bush

We hear the tongue of Him, and so the flame does spread
Like our hate, as such, shall devour all the worlds

Yea, the Lord givith the Lord taketh away

To the desert we doth travel
to part the great sea
Yet He speaketh in tongue
and the waters are that of crimson red

And from our kingdom we dwell below
And upon the surface
They know of the crimson whirlwind
We await Him (Omega Throne)


Oh, Great Deceiver
And with hope cometh light & desire
and with desire followeth our will
and behold, it bringeth death
Oh, great deceiver

May thee trespass upon the body
and His blood spilleth upon the ground
May all His creatures devour themselves
and the world swallow itself in flames

Ah, foul mouth of He
wretched cunt of Babylon
bring forth misery upon the earth

May each birth bringeth death
and each death endless joys of man, taker of hope
Oh, great deceiver

His blood His Body, His wine doth rot
and, oh great end, bringeth thyself