Fist in the face for the time smothered angel By Satan my scythe will shallow every hallow Open now dear blood soaked soil By Satan I pour magma down throat Come ghost faced hungry shadows of shadows, shadows By Satan I drink the darkness they drool With victorious weapons I will melt every angels wings Triumph of the will Striking to kill Triumph of the will Striking to kill Cloak the earth with a thousand nights And a billion dead We toast and drink from and chalice Filled with shreds of life And I know my eyes are knifes To shred every fucking stream Of Christian light