Bloodbath — At the Behest Of Their Death

The advent of Christ shall matter not to us Abortus bastard, our nemesis be gone Yearning to entice the cowardice in our enemy So hasten the plague when all the rats shall come Kings from the east Wise but three Plotting for the prophecy of the unborn savior Of bottomless descent To reap what was sown as the virginborn At the behest of their death Enraged in hate Wreaking havoc In the name of Sheol Defeating whatever may stand in our way Our diabolical anthem so foul to their ears Gospel of dissonance Pernicious cacophony Bewildered apostles beseeching for repent Desert fathers agonized in throes of leprosy Chanting the name of the accuser Unrevealed is the face of a dog Nocturnal is the lapse of the earth Empire of the cross defeated before birth Curse the son Condemn the epitome Hierarchy of scum Evangelists dragged through the pits ordeal Salvation repelled Unbless the purity Infuriate the mad The influx of calvary spewed upon souls Deities raped by the wind of perdition Mutiny to dynasty So splendidly elite An ode to atrocities echoes to the sun Transcend absolution A grandeur complete