Watain

Visions of hornshaped shadows
A burning firmanent black
Trembling in the glory of a star
Delightfully glowing with evil
Ten signs to spawn
A thousand of children
And to be given strength
Each time a heart it beats
For they gave birth to the sun and the moon
To cast shadows upon life
And to burn the slaves that in madness gaze
With scorn from serpent eyes
Just as cancerous cocaine
Deep in the veins of christ
The malignant curse divine
Floats within you all...
You all!
May the holy light of Satans might
Burn my eyes!
This filth is not worth the glance...