Goatwhore

Lord of scald Steo forth for the nature of ruin Captivating
the heavens with a scorn of burns from this rotting
sun Dissecting the heavens for oblivion This frost
of endless punishment Tha path I walk is paved with
the ashes of corpses Beneath my feet are souls of thousands
Crushed by one stroke of the hand of death To watch
the Earth die within forgotten shadows Smear my face
with the ash of dying Infernal region,
World beyond the grave Destroying the disease that
infests the Earth Hail storm of blistering stones And
I hear the serpent's whisper To leave the heavens in
flames Upon black stallions We trample your crown of
thorns With furious fires of vengeance Your throne
has ling since crumbled And the flames of the new lords
rise Within the shadows of Satan And the angels shall
be my whores Shrouded beneath blackened veils Arise
in flames Credence in filth Uplifting a sensation of
unconcern to set ablaze the northern divine Atheist
on the forefront of conception Parche d theory to preserve
the death of felicity Warmth of arctic apathy fills
the glutton fat Absorb this seething expiration Melting
with the obvious defeat of the city of God Ignite divination
as it dies from this Welkin attainment The enflamed
doorway to an unconverted malefactor...eviscerate