Hate Cult Ritual

We hunt, we kill, we feast, we conquer

We hunt, we kill, we feast, we conquer

We hunt, we kill, we feast, we conquer

We are disciples of hate, rage, and murder

Moonlight stabs through the cross

For Helios, he lies with a spear through his neck

Our Mother Earth's foundation in knots

As she bears the new lord like a miserable wretch

Raef eht raeps fo Reficul

Ti llahs ecreip, ti llahs elbmurc eht sllaw fo esidarap

We are disciples of hate, rage and murder

Like a fever that plagued the dark ages

We swelter with rage, the madness contagious

Fucked through the forsaken black hole by his blade

A once finite reach, now infinite as it punctures beyond the sun

Rivers of wine tainted by the mother's disease-ridden cavern

Into the night, we dine and worship our lord, whom we've yearned

We hunt, we kill, we feast, we conquer

We hunt, we kill, we feast, we conquer

We hunt, we kill, we feast, we conquer

We are disciples of hate, rage, and murder

Let the rage flow through us

Oh, how the wicked have risen

Overwhelming numbers, the seas begin to overflow

Valleys cave in from the thundering quake of our march

Mountains implode, leaving nothing but its deep basin

Blemished by a crimson haze from the sacred blood that we bathe in

Mock the holy water, purity stripped from his only daughter

The whore, Mother Earth, fucked

We are the ones from below

We are cancer that feeds on the soul

Subterranean, blasphemous sons of the one that we worship

We mock, burn and spit on the cross

Burn and spit on the cross

Markings carved in flesh and bone of your carcass

Left to warn them of our future targets

The cold wind carries sacrilegious scriptures

Whispering in the ears of eternity

We hunt, we kill, we feast, we conquer

We hunt, we kill, we feast, we conquer

We hunt, we kill, we feast, we conquer

We are disciples of hate, rage, and murder

Mock, burn, spit on the cross

Mock, burn, spit on the cross

Mock, burn, spit on the cross

Mock, burn, spit on the cross