Recantation of my soul led to the blood throne Altar of blood, monument of death Trapped - in bloodlust grief Strapped - to the altar of bloody deeds Impaled - throne
Use the mask I don't want to see your inside I will not kill you I will watch you die by your own hands They once called it spiteful malice Now, in anticipation
Dyrk ikke skjonnheten, fordi den er falmende Dyrk ikke kj?rligheten, fordi den er doende Dyrk ikke troen, fordi den kan svekkes Dyrk ikke hapet, fordi
prevails. Killing the monster, killing the master. The psychic terrified god licks my hands The killer... feast on your flesh. Could we go even darker? Blood red
tomorrow Kill...fade away And once again I use my knife, This time I cut your bone. Your flesh falls to the ground. Your blood hits my eyes. I crawl
An eerie cold takes hold of my soul, perverting my will, will demanding a kill. Your blood shall be shed, my steel you will dread. Insanity reigns as
, silenced only by a murder of crows. Another victim made sacrifice. Blood spilt on the throne as before. Cult obscure, genitalia facemasks; Clad in blood
As i crawl through the mud I felt this aim of blood, the old taste of blood screaming inside me. Longing to awake me, telling me to take it, to make them
This triangle, for what use ? Colours no longer exist. Sick minds erased them. Lack of respect for humanity. We walk away from this process that makes
Under the sea there's clarity, blood streaming out of the underground (as we pass). Corpse of the weak, floating in pieces throughout the coast, invincible
I dress in the skin of What is already dead I take on the part Which the surroundings expect Though there unaware Of the anti-life inside My thoughts
enlightment they've been outspoken You have conquered the throne of damnation All there is to inherit; a worlds demise You have conquered the throne
[Gorguts cover]
Some issues will stay unanswered Making room for speculation The one thing we know for certain Religious beliefs are based on mythology Confirmed by history
I reinforce the machinery playing with your mind, manage to climb all the way to the leader. Environment of perfection will never drift by the reason
A gateway before menothing more than a simple door I walk towards it, shivering As I reach the threshold I hesitate Aware of the pitch black darkness
. Waiting for the dead to show. I will see them burn in their own flames. I will hunt them down with their own sword. I will spill their blood in their