Fuck your gods!
Crush your gods!
In magnificent splendour
By providence, I extol this blasphemous vitriol
Fuck your gods!
Crush your gods!
Serpent-tongued philosophers
Speak in subterfuge
Mars’ blade I must be
Ashen and barren their souls laid bare
I will not conform to their mediocrity
Mars’ blade I must be
To the pyre, I cast their words
In abhorrence, I transcend the common herd
Emaciated, fed their pious platitudes
Acrimonious spirit upon crucifixion wounds
Branded with the flesh of the Heathen….
The flesh of the Heathen!
I am the iconoclast
The apostasy, the heresy
An apex predator
No clemency, only cruelty
Fuck your gods!
Crush your gods!
In magnificent splendour
By providence, I extol this blasphemous vitriol
Fuck your gods!
Crush your gods!
Victim mentalities
Progression stifled, suppressed
Mars’ blade I must be
The zenith of civilisation
Built on the bedrock of the repressed
Mars’ blade I must be
I am the dissident
The insurgency that shall shatter their empyreal
I am the subversive
A treacherous soul with sedition in his heart
I am the insurrection
The irreverent terror upon the puritanical
I am the schism
The enduring infidel defiant forevermore
Lycanthropy give form to this blessed son of sin
I can no longer withstand this destitution
My dignity in chains, my disposition now grey
I’ll slit my own throat before I beg for absolution
Stigmatised, demoralised, traumatised
Stretched upon their racks of animosity
Their sectarian fictions, I retch in astringency
An intransigent will against their false sovereignty
Deus vult omnes homines hereticos fieri
Deified, apotheosised, immortalised
Baptised in the waters of your bigotry
Emanates a soul forged in righteous heresy
Obstinately, drown in thy holy apostasy
Mars’ blade I must be!
Your deposition to the charnel house!
My fists as lightning
Beat upon the earth
Depose your masters
Celestial afterbirth
Despondent no more
Your downfall, your conceit
Duplicity an ossuary
A shrine of your defeat
The heretical soul
In apostasy unfurled
The flesh of the Heathen
Standing aloof on top of the world
In magnificent splendour
I desecrate upon thee the flesh of the Heathen
