It cuts so deep
In flesh and mind, a horizon of confusion
With soul I hail the king of keys
See Him
With sceptres rising, cuming your precious c*nts, to see you all in tears, not of joy, but of sorrow
Devotion to his blood, conquerors and those who were conquered..for his crowning spew plagues to the seeing, but (also) to those with no eyes
I feel nothing, but the blessing of Satan, to destroy and wither
A servant who burnt by the Devil's Mark
For the key to your gate brings
Salvation through Perdition
Salvation through d**h
Behold!
Divine!
Come forth and Shine!
Grasped by horns of sorrow, yet caught by veils of pain, drowned in the thousand swamps of the sacred holocaust
See Him
With sceptres rising, cuming your precious
C*nts, to see you all in tears, not of joy, but of sorrow