Rising from spectral mist our lord makes his call
Of dominance and retribution mourners of christ shall fall
Storm clouds are burning red the vultures are swarming to feast
To prey upon the worthless flock like a carnivorous fucking hard beast!
Into the crypts they burn in defeat
The remnants dissolve, as ashes turn to dust
The slaves are in fear of what becomes of their fate
Nothing for them will evolve us heathens shall burn their fuckin gates
Attacking we bear the flag as a mark for our liberty
A merciless act of debauchery the leaders in de vine supremacy
Rise above we claim the throne
Uphold the spectral dominance
Destined to the grave
Into the fire they burn in defeat
The remnants dissolve as ashes turn to dust
Of spectral dominance from the fuckn grave
Doomed in their wake, bludgeoned as parasites
Beggars of salvation, are only left to rot
