WHEN I DIE I WILL RIP OUT THE EYES OF YOUR GOD

My spirit is greater than his

I will crush him

I will end the aeon of the herd

Die, Enslaver

Die, Jehovah

You whore of fear

Spiritual Corporation

I mock you now
Weak in the land of the weak

But I rise

- in the night of the land
dark spirits rise like plague - 

In your anus my penis curses

Spitting poison hate 

Into your soul of vulnerability

God, I pull your ears to the ground

I tell you time has won

Because you could not hold

Chaos

The master
 

This world ages
Your sad People
Alone in oblivion
Fearless lonely
Lotus needing
Unfed

Darkness rises in fantasy
Soon death grips the earth

The white of angels
Polluted by glowing stain
Crimson gleam of life
Turning dark and dry
Cracking, lost in the wind
Of battle

The white of god's light
Beacon of the righteous
Clouds with the smoke
Of his cities burning

We will rise
In the anger of formation
Primordial vengeance
Upon all evolution
Our sins are ripe
Eyes furious in hate

The throne tumbles
We are one.

Hail to all who are truly unholy!
Dethrone the enslaver!