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Near the thrones...

of mystic winds...

With wanderer outcast echoing dreams.

The pride ov God;

the seed ov deceit...

The furnace in darkness reviving Christ's grief

His feeble words...

His life ov Filth...

Stirred stigmatas with his stench ov disbelief.

Crucified...

why Glorified?

Now and in the hour ov his death we crave release.

Chorus

Thorn by thorn, we push deep into his skin

As the hangman ov truth swings the hammer ov doom

Thorn by thorn, slitting his psalms

His worn-out mouth slowly mumbling his fall

DESTROYERS OV... CHRISTIAN FAITH

DESTROYERS OV... CHRISTENED LIES

The prophet speaks:

How does it feel for thee?

King ov the weakened ones!

Slayed by thy own image and likeness,

Scapegoat ov paradise and forsaken Lord.

Tell thy father his kingdom is no more,

His words like utopies will vanish away.

Scriptures and sculptures like candless...

Will perish like ash with the fire ov mine.

Lucifer exclaims:

The clock ov times explode,

Before the God ov the worms

Falls along with his feathered sons...

Decayed... and Dethroned!!!

Satan concludes:

We salute thee... O, enemy ov Us!

The ones thou expelled from thy celestial land!

Father, son and holy spirit...

Thy kingdom will never come!!!