My spirit is greater than yours
I will crush the aeon of god
Die jehova! The enslaver
Your life lies in my hands
You and your angels you
Are the whores of fear
I will rise in the night of the land.
And my dark spirits will rise like plague
Spitting poison and hate
Pure angelblood I sip
As I slay the lambs of christ
Offer me your soul
God I tell you time has won
The white of your angels
The white of your light
Polluted by the blood
Of your fallen cities burning
My demons are hunting
For your angels fresh white flesh.
Your angels are crying
And dying all alone.