[lyrics by Mr Triggerhappy Lepermessiah, 1995]



This darkness, so slumb (and) this atmosphere, my hands were numbed

The only movement was the flames of black candles

Who cleansed the air in this chamber of death



My head was slunt as I gazed into the flaming candles

Visions filled my mind

Visions of a rising desecrated power

In this chamber of death, black roses grew

Up from the ashes of souls who lost for my lust and desire

There they will stand as a monument for victory

Over our christian annhilation