passion speaks in grue vehement stabs
 Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain
 the tumour grows until the enemy is slain

 (Gut The Church)

 Slightless storm
 knee-deep in hate I seeth
 my purpose here has woken to breath
 Total war on the brethren of Men
 millions regardless
 dying by my hand

 A Black Age Of Fire
 brief in its vicious eloquence
 removing the dross
 love will arise from the ashes of your loss

 Then and only then
 will the pleasure of Eden be mine
 and the sinews of life itself will be tied
 in the very veins of my bloodline

 And their tears taste like wine...

 I will rule as a king
 and the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen
 in the glory of the earth our crowns are studded
 with the jewels of blasphemy

 The blood is the life!

 I seek to evoke a new order in Man
 a flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem
 the lion is vexed to uproot and descend
 Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust
 tempering weapons of criminal lust
 I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies
 thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease

 The blood is the life!

 Even the moon will not lend thee her light
 the darkness serves will to snuff out human life
 that I might reclaim the world as my right

 I kill without scruple or silent regret
 in haunts of the sinister lunar aspect
 for I am the pleasure that comes from your pain
 tiny red miracles falling like...rain

 The incessant pall of death surrounds me
 but this is not the part of me that wishes to breed
 there will be no dread thereafter
 the mysteries I reveal unto thee

 I stir the hearts of the wisest
 by the fools I will always be feared
 my Kingdom feeds off their slaughter...

 A crescendo of passion bleeding...
 on the pale reflection of dawn

 Devour The Sun
 "The Great Man of his time
 is He who expresses
 the Will of his time;
 who tells his time what it wills;
 and who carries it out"