we deny gods and his rule
we defy him supreme force
crucified by the dark power
his death was a glory
forgotten by our mind forever
he's left the churches to torment us
we'll destroy the high altar
until we see the ashes of pain
crucifixion
we'll show to the world our hate
the priests will have their final torment
we'll spit on the churches, e have an ideal
black tortures you'll feel
the mankind goes to suicide
they have faith in gods as false as their name
christ, preacher of goodness and beauty
gods, preachers of lies and destruction
the gods grave doors
is below his brain's
rottenness and dirtiness go out
by a simple prayer of mercy
the treason of his death will be your blame
your master is buried in the abyss
the dead, they already celebrate his arrival
in the altar of fallen gods, throne of his own existence
show me the wrath
evil warriors
fight till death
sons of war
kill with wrath
born in a village
he's learned to fight
grew up with strength
his pleasure is to kill
son of evil
he is insane maniac butcher
he is feared
he doesn't have religion
killing is what he wants to
false and fools
he there is to torture
gods of the storm
infernal death
the blood of victims
gushes on my hands
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