An Ode To The Bringer Of Chaos


The night is our dawn - bestow us Thy spell

Allow us to comprehend the august wisdom of Hell

With insanity Thou have besmeared my mind

Come forth, Thou art the father of our kind

The agitator behind the walls of flames

Behold these instruments of vengeance

Curse forever this light-raped dimension

Embrace it to death with Thy tyrannic ascension

Crushing the skull of christ out of pure delight

Grievance is the reward of this world forlorn

The hellburn inside, guiding me to the pit and beyond

Thy grasp squeezes my soul and never lets me go

With a perverted smile upon our lips we observed

The enemy bemoaned in the nectar of a dying world...

Satan, Thou art to spill the wine of suicide

Master, Thou art the razor upon their throats

As marionettes of death in the arms of Mammon

Or like flesh torn by the unhallowed dragon

Malignant visions unfold, Thy age has begun

Darkness is ours for Thy flame became our sun