Fist in the face for the time smothered angel
 By Satan my scythe will shallow every hallow
 Open now dear blood soaked soil
 By Satan I pour magma down throat.

 [bad word] ghostfaced hungry shadows of shadows
 By Satan I drink the darkness they drewl
 With victorious weapons
 I will melt every angels wings

 Triumph of the will striking
 Striking to kill

 Cloak the earth with a thousand nights
 And a billion dead
 We toast and drink from and chalice
 Filled with shreds of life
 And know my eyes are knifes
 To shred every [bad word] stream
 Of Christian light