By the light of the moonand the beings of the night
A curse has been laid upon us
To seek and tear celestial gloss to pieces
By the power of deathand the shadow of the 
ReaperA call has been brought upon us
To complete the infinite fall of heaven
Without the wit or will to end this journeywe continue travelling toward our faith
Harvesting helpless 
Christian spiritsraping the sanctity of saints
The heavenly father is stretching his handpathetically begging to mercy
We spit and piss on his sacred fleshas we breathe the breath on the unholy
For with the sign of the pentagram
Hellfire rage is for us to comeas we shall wander the pit
Unhallowed by the infernal onewe are forever capturedby the embrace of death