weeping And I will mourn until death I tread alone I am suffering, I am blind Place the hand of God in dust I am in the dust, but there I find You Misery
with weeping And I will mourn until death I tread alone I am suffering, I am blind Place the hand of God in dust I am in the dust, but there I find You
empty eyes turn red, ardor is her soul I hear this screaming flame Ashes to ashes, blood to blood condemnation, dust to dust The bloody, black full
Death and destruction Satanic slaughter flames tonight Wholy God die Christ will burn in blackened tombs sacrifice Hooded demons Virgin slayed ritual Black
are wed Their price, nine holy heads White marble walls bleed red Fuck the Bastards Come on... God's creation - all must see Heavens Hell God has
the Titanic Singing nearer my God to thee The iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me The dance band on the Titanic Singing nearer my God
, formed And moving; so the dead do move, and shout, And pray, and cry, and suffer And the eye click on and one: the one shut Catches the dead. The clouds pass by. God
the dark Of Sheba First offender And succour to demons Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites Lead all too enslaved by the flesh To trespass against God
of hope With glory's wreath And deceiver's promise The vows your lips have sworn Tomorrow wear decay Stifled sobs Bow to cold laughter The breeze is speechless As the dust
words In a persuasive eloquence Bless the dust that hides This unlamented head On the crest of fire, our wings are burning How glorious the pain And the ways of God
too fatten and by the time is devoured and ruined our bones turn in ashes and dust. No one laughed for the unwell that ravages us but now pray God us
no Religion, no more No God, no Light, no Power, this Night Lord Priam you stand Horizons once Grand I Slay, I Crush your Towers to Dust Broken under
it...my life is not over yet. Wing of bat and lizard's eye. Dust of a star fallen from the sky. Tears of a virgin, *** of a god. Thirteen drops of an
hear my voice as a scream of doom Watch the funerals of all mortals that died by my hand A voice filled with silence raises from the black of the rotting
