By the light of the moon 
and the beings of the night 
A curse has been laid upon us 
To seek and tear celestial gloss 
to pieces 

By the power of death 
and the shadows of the Reaper 
A call has been brought upon us 
To complete the infinite fall 
of heaven 

Without the wit or will to end this journey 
we continue travelling towards our faith 
Harvesting helpless Christian spirits 
raping the sanctity of saints 

The heavenly father is streching his hand 
pathetically begging for mercy 
We spit and piss on his sacred flesh 
as we breathe the breath of the unholy 

For with the sign of the pentagram 
Hellfire rage is for us to come 
as we shall wander the pit 
Unhallowed by the infernal one 
we are forever captured 
by the embrace of death