Pretenders to the throne kneel before him,our appaling wretched demon king
Praise be to us his children, spawns of evil reckoning
Doomed from the inception, claiming fire as our home
Licked by flames our steel grows stronger to be forged in hate forevermore.
A hellish scorn quickly approaches violent climax
Infernal legions, the time nears when we'll strike
The shadows serving to enshroud us, our blackened hearts
Those forgotten looming just beyond their sight.
The blood of pariahs through our veins
Sin and hell our mainstay, forever to remain.
O to ye wicked ones
An ode of blood, a reaper's song
Demons born of man's sickest desire
Those of the darkness spawned.
Fires of hell I stoke thee high
Through the opened gates ever so wide
Bury me in sin
The daggers have been raised
Now let's begin.
The margins of sanity blur into night
As one we'll move beyond the light
Murder effortlessly without a tear
Our motives to them never clear.
Damn this liar's world
We have a truth you've all awaited
Impaling holy fallacy
The filthy blood of christian seed
Akin to the looming serpent we've patiently anticipated
The time to rise is upon us.
My Lord, I kneel before you
Now paint me bloody red
Bathing in blasphemy I beat the path that's traveled less
The forgotten your minions, our souls of black
We are thousands in the darkness waiting to attack.
Infernal legions, their heads shall be your prize
Trophies to our dominion, of conquests only fantasized.
O to ye wicked ones
An ode of blood, a reaper's song
Demons born of man's sickest desire
Those of the darkness spawned.
Fires of hell I stoke thee high
Through the opened gates ever so wide
Bury me in sin
The daggers have been raised
Now let's begin.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comThe dance of death, she is a sweet one
To victory we'll drink.