[Music and lyrics by Nergal]

"What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born." [Jean Genet]

Consumed by tongues ov fire
Burning like Phlegethon
Holy gardens reduced to ash
Extinguishing light ov hope
Bringing the end ov the days

Words ov my gospel scattered
Sacrilegious scorn spat in pale creeds
Thin is the line between pure being and pure nothing
My [bad word] Woe to Thee!

At [bad word] 
Let the blood ov the infants flood the streets ov Bethlehem!

O ye ov little faith
With ethics rotten in a moral cage
Dead meat thrown down to the worms
To feed religious tumor [bad word] marrow ov repugnant swirl

At [bad word] 
Let the blood ov the infants flood the streets ov Bethlehem!
At [bad word] 
Let the heads ov Samaritan pave my ways!

Shemhamforash!!!