Imperial Triumphant Crushing The Idol
Join us
And drink from the darkness
Embrace
This will of abandon
Face thee
With the eyes of vermillion
And burn these
Roots of sefirot
You dare. Walketh beside me
A patron of hypocrisy and gall
Parasitic whores grovel at the plaster saint
Fervent and ready to receive the blessing of the seed
Enter the city of woes
Conjure this malediction
O' heaven is ours
Cleansing godless conflagration
Crushing The Idol!
In chains your were born
In chains you will die
From whips you were born
From whips you will die
