He would kill the whitedraped men

He would kill all holly  men

He would kill the powers in control

to waste these jokers in this pathetic game

He would choke the sleaze pig

He would shepherd the sheep off the cliff

He would crush all organs of speech

to start the process of renewal

He would avenge the dead

He would crave divine protection

He would sing the songs of darkness

to call upon it to manifest

He would "mirror" himself in the tundra frost

He would rape its virtue

He would disable its ways of hurting him

to give him that advantage

This would be the way of the misanthrope

in order to create you must destroy

We would greet the nuclear morning mist

We would smile at all life dying

We would cherish each and every moment

and celebrate the return of Sin

We would bow to the planet's Iconoclast

we would march under the flag of Dominion and Hate

we would burn all conspirators

and their works with'em

We would reveal the only truth

we would make them really sorry

we would show them Sovereignty in true fashion

and then be a reflection of their loss

We would soak up the last joys of our lives

we would Hail that grotesque destiny we would walk on the last glory

and hope for blessing to come