Dirty fat banker sold a house today Sold in auction wants the family out the way Kick them on the street, cause he couldn't pay the tax Call it an act
Father you stand in the ancient gates Ready to make great flight Hell is in the roaring abyss Somewhere behind it There's a new world Soon it will belong
Black slime has covered the planet The parasite on it He guzzles and destroys And it's name is the Man He plagues on the Earth A thorn in flesh dirty
The book of god bleeding on the world of holy truth Look you die for him religion's enemy Dusk of age enthroned traitir on the ross Crown of thorns damned
Deep in darkness exists the place Reserved for men by lord No time, no motion, no hope No death only eternal pain God why do you hate us We must suffer
Thursty murder is befitted to god The creator of universe has the right to kill all Trample the mankind as worms Oh I feel this spiritual need Soe people
The careless herd Prepare to death Evil was settled in my soul The beast was settled He requires the blood And pain and suffering I am a stinger infernal
When the piece of shit was crucified On the fucking cross They were close and saw as Nazarene passed away Each was the slave of the awe and Dismay and
[Bonus Track] [Instrumental]
[Mayhem cover] Everything here is so cold Everything here is so dark I remember it as from a dream In the corner of this time Diabolic shapes float
Spirits of death listen to me Lavish light of black angels upon me Slay my fears and doubts I want to be free In darkness Forces of fire destroy the
I can hear a voice inside itas telling me to try to hold on I tried to give it up but then you put me back to where I belong now faced with a bitter rival
falling apart at the seams but rolling as fast as we can we're searching for some in betweens and answers from only a man who promised to help us
it's the crime of the centry and millions are killed the cupboards are empty and pockets are filled a vicous intention to cut like a knife in light
feel as strong as an ox the psilocybin was laced with dust suicidal's on the box and kids are goin' fuckin nuts starin at the face of death a poster
reap what you sew if that's what you believe blessed is the truth beneath the web that you weave holier than thou were those that paved the way for the
ground troops are chasin the whites of your eyes close all the doors and take a word from the wise deploy in the sand arm personnel and drive like
busted out back in 82' a buncha kids with nothin to do played bass, had a beat up car no plans of takin it far messed around, got a couple of gigs