1. RESURRECTED DIVINITY

Overwhelming sadness
Emotional agony
Overcomes the Lord
In Gethsemane he prays
Sweat and blood pours from his skin
Under the pressure of all sin
Sweat and blood pours from his skin
Under the pressure of all sin
The spirit willing but the flesh weak
Visited by an angel
The hour of betrayal is at hand
The hour of betrayal is at hand
Arrested and taken away
Christ has been sentenced
To die in torment on the cross
They tortured and killed the son of God
Punished for his righteousness
Dragging the cross over his back
Lacerated, flagelated
Nailed to the cross and then erected
Not even spared a drop of water
To quench his tormenting thirst
Dragging his tattered back
Across the splinters for a breath of air
Blackened skies
Dead saints rise
During the crucifixion
Of the Christ
The Son has been murdered
By wicked men
Blood and water rushing
From his ruptured heart
Pried from the cross
And then entombed
The hours pass
His body lays
And then to discover
The empty tomb
For he has now risen
From the dead
Ascending to heaven
With a promise
To grant salvation
To all through him


2. SELF-CONDEMNATION INTO ENDLESS INCORPOREAL SUFFERING

The parties, the smoke, the hallucinogens
The kinky sex, the hateful feuds, the indulgence of sin
You feel that God's existence is a soothing fairytale
Ignore the likelihood of condemnation for your acts
You are hellbound
Miscreants, sodomites and whores
Call me a judge, you're closing the doors
On the holy kingdom of eternal bliss
You're choosing eternal pain
The little voices that speak into your mind
One purely good and one sinister
The temporary pleasures of the evil one
Are too tempting for you to ignore
The brief earthly rewards of lustful pleasures
The distractions of chemical highs
The pleasure of all materials you desire
Squeal in eternal fire
Now in the realm of darkness
The deceptive demon asks
"What kind of God would allow this?"
You ignore cause you realize you failed
You cry out to a God that can no longer save you
As the demons rip at your soul
The eternal burning, the clawings, the rapings
The loneliness, darkness and misery will carry on forever
"Oh God why, am I here, if I could have another chance"
The eternal pit of Godlessness, only provides misery
God is love, so here lives hate, God is light so here is darkness
Water is the rain of heaven, and here is eternal drought
The fires burn away all bliss, and torture you forever
A way out of this pain, you won't achieve, not ever
Not a single moment of relief, from the endless pain
Mutilated and regenerated to allow the torments to carry on with no end


3. VESSELS OF UNHOLY PUTRIDITY

Our earthly form
Forged in Lucifer's domain
Crafted to hate God
Pleasures of evil it seeks to indulge in
Striving for more than it needs
Corrupted by lust envy and greed
Opposes the God that gives it love
Pulls us away from the kingdom above
Spoiling, tainting
Our beautiful souls created in
The image of God
These temporary vessels house what's eternal within
Tempted by sin
To separate us from the all-loving father
Attempting to doom
Our eternal souls into eternal suffering
Don't hide my soul's eyes from the holy kingdom
In which I will spend eternity with God
Don't drag me to hell with these vile temptations
I will oppose my unholy oppressor


4. SINISTER CRAVING OF FLESH

A proposal for eternity with a good and loving god
Rejected to pursue a foul life of sin
Choosing a life of filth and hate to avoid association
With the hypocrites who give Christ a terrible name
Pursue bliss through chemical highs
Seek satisfaction through meaningless sex
Aim to kill depression through rampant sin
You wonder why the hatred and misery continues
And you continue
To curse Christ's close followers
Who approach with love
While you lash back with hate
You cast yourself towards an eternity
Of never ending torment
You have a choice right now
Before the beasts of hell rip your screaming soul
Your cravings of flesh
Do not fulfill your soul
As sin becomes addiction
Your torment will not end
Your raging lust doesn't heal a wound
That God's love could have cured
Allow him into your dirty life
Cleanse your soul of all the filth
Allow him into your dirty life
Cleanse your soul of all the filth


5. EXTERIOR BEAUTY AND INTERNAL PUTREFACTION

Like Lucifer himself
Ultimate deceivers
The beauty of the flesh
Leads others to follow
The lust invoking skin
Triggering pleasures
Concealing the evil
That stains their souls
Inducing the cravings
That produce perversion
Luring others to evil
With promises of coitus
Through them evil feeds
On the lust of others
Giving them a sense of power
As they submit to the evil one
It becomes easy to deny God
Or bare the Christian label falsely
When sin becomes the ultimate goal
And purity is denied
Beginning to devour the lies
That poorly attempt to discredit
The truths told by the word of God
Embracing false modern science
As sin becomes a lifestyle
As you become a friend of the world
The world which is ruled by Satan
And filled to the brim with evil
But this God is very real
As the heavens and the hell below
Just because it can be enjoyed
Doesn't mean it has no consequence


6. THE FALLEN'S PRIDE

Forgiveness awaits you
As you sit upon your throne in hell
Your pride has kept you here for aeons
Your hatred for God keeps you here
Longing for souls on Earth to suffer with you
You reign on Earth as you do in hell
The world is your dwelling
Those devoted to it are devoted to you
Slaves to their sin
Overcome with your hatred
Deceiver of mankind
Filling our world with your filth
King of abominations
Ruler of the evil ones
Stealing souls from God
And in all your rage
The holy triumph once again
All hatred will be crushed
By the power of God's love
King of all the sinners
Suffer in hate upon your throne
As new times arrive
You gain more souls for your domain
How such a thing is forgiven
I can not explain
Satan rules in hatred
Luring us into temptation
The pride of taking God's children
Keeping him in hell
To all those who feed his pride
Turn away and seek the light
Dodge the fate brought by his lies
Achieve salvation before you die


7. FIRSTBORN FROM THE DEAD

On Golgotha
His torment ended
To allow man to
Achieve salvation
The Son of God
Murdered by the wicked
Through his blood
We may live forever
How could man have such hate within their cold hearts
To torture and kill the all-loving Son of God
Bearing a crown of thorns, lacerations on his back
Carrying the weight of the cross and all sin
Horrifically
He endures God's wrath
Upon an instrument of torture
So that we may have mercy
His back ripped open
Breath drawn short
Dying in torment
Executed
Battered and broken
Beyond belief
Christ has been tortured
And savagely killed
In three days
He shall rise as the firstborn of the dead
He is not man, but God
Through his blood we find atonement
Through his blood we find atonement
The greatest feat there ever was
Rising from the dead


8. WHORE TO MEPHISTOPHELES

Living the life and consuming the filth
You wade in the pool of disgusting sin
You search for love in self-justified perversion
Sexual escapades for temporary pleasure
Selling off your soul
For the quick thrills
Filthy degeneracy
No void it fills
You feel liberated but still you are a whore
Your dirty soul is knocking on the devil's door
Even the wicked can turn their backs
On the lifestyle of putrid desire