Deciple Of Thy Darkened Ways

Blodsrit

The pagan fires are burning with might

tormented remains of angels sodomized (with evil)

extacy gained through the burning of holy



for years I've been a deciple of thy darkened ways

I've carved the mark of sin into my flesh

for blaphemic glory I've shed blood

the powers of His might have painted my heart black



I spear the holy with perverted disease

I slay the angels and I curse their god

I am starvation, torment, agony, war and pain

I carry the banner of war with lust and pride



I use my body as a blasphemic altar

a host wherein demon soldiers dwell

wherein hellish fires burn

wherein nocturnal powers are unveiled