"The man and the beast The blood and the feast My number, my name You know it's all the same My everlasting fix Six hundred and sixty six" [Freely taken, malformed and twisted from the Revelations, Chapter 20, verse 7-8] "Repressed for a thousand years, now I'm free The number of my followers is as the sand of the sea Deceive the nations, four corners, the earth You will witness my rebirth Gog and Magog, I call thee, join me in this war Delete christianity and all that is of the whore" Couldn't be further from the truce Annihilation! Blasphemy, behold our version of truth Purity! I'll die the sweetest death tonight Your hands upon me now My eyes call out to end it, dear I'll die the sweetest death tonight Your hands upon me now My eyes call out The end is near Your hands will hold on Can't seem to resist a sweet death My blood... The innocence is gone I'll die the sweetest death Tear down the walls of heaven With powers mightier than God We couldn't be further from the truce In our path of devastation Your humble servants bide their death We should never have been cast out From the carnage in your heaven There's no stopping the slaughter to come We'll return stronger than ever If you give you shall recieve When we make him bleed you will believe No God will save you now, whores Like he never saved you before Winged hordes of holiness Fly like you've never flown before Because we couldn't be further from your truce Welcome eternal war I'll die the sweetest death tonight Your hands upon me now My eyes call out to end it, dear I'll die the sweetest death tonight Your hands upon me now My eyes call out The end is near "The man and the beast The blood and the feast My number, my name You know it's all the same My everlasting fix Six hundred and sixty six" As I fall On my knees I'll die You are the one, you said... You lied You are the one, You are the chosen one You are the one, You are the one You lied... You are the one, You are the chosen one You are the one, You are the one You lied... You're the one... You are the one You're the one... You are the one Smell the hatred, taste the scorn Annihilation of the unborn Smell the hatred, taste the scorn Annihilation of the unborn Putting faith in your God is not of any use We couldn't be further from the truce Putting faith in your God is not of any use We couldn't be further from the truce