Nastrond

Run fast Away from that pure Black and terrible Point of truth This cannot be it This cannot be all If you run, hide Insanity waits Smashing your face with the Hammer of Awe You cannot escape the heavenly doom No escape No retreat Face the front No more running from Nastrond Nastrond Leave your life behind Nastrond Nastrond For your new home Nastrond Nastrond You'll be made anew Nastrond Nastrond In the howling fire God is dead Hope is gone Love is lost In the home I shall not want In this hell Of my choice I don't have To hear your lies Become What you Always Knew you were Shake the cold Black hand of death. Instantly scattering Former gods Like roaches they crawl on the fiery ground Flames don't lie Flames don't lie I knock on the door I see the thousand faced god The mirror is clear I instantly know That for all of time I am, I am, I am I am You are What you've Always Been I am, I am, I am I motherfucking am