[Igor / Big Boss] Ominous herbs of a magnificent size, Your seed grew up in the cursed night, Watched by the Wild Star, Hostile, Threatening! Your very
O brother, Wisdom is pouring into you From the beloved saint of God. You've only borrowed it. Although the house of your heart Is lit from the inside
Worlds they rise and fall Within her eyes She gives the eagle wings To fly her skies Upon her breath The four winds Live and die And sometimes It's all
I'm starting the test Your unbelief Conquering emperor Woke up your brain Restless thoughts Still consuming tour mind You help my magic With your own
Na-omi-ah (Yeah) Na-ah Na-omi-ah (Yeah) Na-ah Na-omi-ah (Yeah) Na-ah Na-omi-ah Incantation (Oo, oo, oo) Incantation (Oo, oo, oo) If ya ever meet the
Let no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of halls Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to
In the quiet silent seconds I, I turned off the light switch And I, I came down to meet you in the half light the moon left While a, a cluster of night
[Lyrics by Robert Yench, Music by John McEntee and Robert Yench] We break the chains of God's will Vengeance for those who challenged the law Arise,
[Lyrics by Robert Yench, Music by Mike Saez and John McEntee] You are the last to be seen, outblazing the sun Spirit of the dark Son of the mourning
Indulged in the trickling Moisture of blood descending upon my essence Redemption of purity Now transcends into a blissful reality of pain Alas Sanguine
Intertwining miserableness Consuming grace now darkening Ever dimming light of holiness Forever now extinguished Abomination infesting and molding Realms
We will be pure in the abyss. Salvation. Reigns... Praying for a dying religion. The lord will bless us... Misfortune of God. The throne is lost. Christ
[Lyrics: John McEntee Music by: John McEntee & Kyle Severn] Altar of iniquity Denouncing he In hatred we conquer Unholy heaven As we arise, to conquer
Rot in your burning crypts Breaking gates of life Deep earth's abyss Souls burnt to a dark crisp Bodies taken from the graves Buried under sacred dirt
Sacrifice everything holy in sight... By the signs of the infra-world Which delivered the most horrific prophecies We take this legacy of sacrilegious
Submerged in subjugated provocation Thy euphoric misfortune (tribulation) Laceration upon my flesh Diminishing lucidity unto a void of perversion The
Evil one enters the helpless soul Merciless, the giver takes his toll Reveals the evil, condemn the victim Corruption of the holy, destruction of the
Vengeance destined Upon bitterness thrive Ire to your image Everlasting aversion My essence is forever ablaze I loathe thy nazarite