Tekster:
Bloodbath The Fathomless Mastery

The advent of Christ shall matter not to us Abortus bastards, our nemesis be gone Yearning to entice the cowardice in our enemy So hasten the plague

A stream from the virgin wounds Sunken into the moors The bones of past ancestors Infesting forgotten mass graves The bloodletting of Christianity An

In the womb A sea of vomit Nurturing the false prophet His mouth of blasphemy Spreading forth the creed of the infidels His spit on the flaking emblem

Fettered sun Consumed is the mass of our disbelief Unborn is the icon Rigid sphere Sever the hands of the human sheep Risen He stands above the crest

Baptized in vermin Gagging on leeches twisting in your throat Swallow the parasite Alive in the liquid that is flushing through your viscera Mind disintegrates

Vengeance provoked Behold the mark of Cain Uncreate the genesis Devoured by the abyss Cleave the covenant And powers that grant Bury the testament Tumbled