Begotten

Insatiable lust adorned with neverending hate Begotten the legacy of the last cursed seed Feast of the banished i behold, dances of iconoclasts Better, unborn In the shadow of death Behold, my horde, army of deceased, unshackled from a trickster heart A legion so pernicious, purified with genie of scythe The parish of deceivers, i cut their tongues off Vassals of black light emerged from nightmares without blind eyes I hear your voice in this solemn moment of peace Now i know this somniferous disease I shall be rejoiced when my soul is released Sear the dark and burn my flesh, creation surceased I rule the past and the future from dust Sacrifice is the retribution for mortal lies Crucify your horizon, the sun will never rise Wait for me with arms open wide As you veil your lifeless cries Mark of supreme, abominate, never slander hate The journey, a path to incarnate, so take my hand and illuminate