Bethledeign

Beside his Son

Bethledeign


Praise our god for victory's past, We have won 
Our god will be the lsat, our war is done 

Death, Hate, Choas 
Brought to this world, reaped by our lord 
Brought by our blades, flesh on our swords 

God is dead, his angels bled 
A shore of corpses on a river of blood 
Dust to dust, life to death 
Heaven is ash like all the rest 
Triumpth is our strife 
Victory is ours at last 

Death. Hate. Chaos. 
Brought to his world, under our lord 
Brought to Heaven, by hell's horde 

Lucifier, our lord 
Hear him laugh, encore 

Our holy rivals are now, tortured souls 
For our evil general we bow, they pay the toll 

Satan has won, our curse is gone 
He crucified the all holy one 
On a cross, beside his son 
We stand in pride 

God.Has.Died