Watain

Bow for me, inferior
I demand you in the name of the horns
For I am the one
To bring the demise of the bearer of thorns
You who's father
so pityful upon the cross died
Behold it inverted
And burning under the nightsky
Inferior lord of heaven
Your might shall fade
Jesus has wept
On goathorns impaled
Unclean vermins, scum of the earth
Blow your heads for the dark ages birth
Black fire cast your flames high
Above the realms of light
Behorned father Satan
Show them all your might