The scissors of sinful lust clip the angelic wings
All the grievance of the past now culminates
Rejected is the rotten fruit in the heavenly gardens
And praised are the names of the fallen ones
Let your slaves come to me
And i shall teach them impurity
Thy world decorated with chaos
What a pleasant sight that is
Behold the arrival of beasts and pestilence
The rope tightens around thy necks
A new sun in summoned to rise
To provide warmth in which to rot
Like souls swept in emotional intoxication
You all seek the absence of flesh (then so be it...)
Cloaked with disease and dismay
Together with the last rays of day, thou shalt fade away
A fulfilled divination
This is our paradise
Thy world inverted
Spiritual domination
Thy kingdom come... Perverted!