Genre: Death Metal

Christ called to take your hand
I'm at one with the dark
How dare [bad word] with me
And again you will die, die!

So ancient curse known to me
Behold the powers I unleash
Upon your throne
Know my words, feel my hate descend

Lord of light
I will swarm against you now
Gods perverse
Wickeds at my side
Misery

Thorns to lance your every word
Nazarene
Now I crown you king in pain
Suffer