Beheading of the Godhead

Exalt the fury Bow down to the vice I take from the sky when the sun's out of sight Black eyed force Cold militia of night I spit bile at the gospel of lords Under will in full obscenity Shackle the nun to the stone of divinity Spreaded wide will make her realize Hope is a dish best served cold Storm forth with the tempests loud Ill-born sons and daughters sprout Fiery kin of the abyss bound Derise now the spawn of the meek Squander from the fountain of light Heaven of heavens fall trembling in fright Temptate take a bite be the sin And by the dawning of day let the end begin In atonement with the dead I ride this blackening hearse Onwards with sulphurous speed To the beheading of the godhead A heartless scorn to the throne Spare me your light for i burn by my own Now deliver me to the murky depths Into the pit of the inclement See my horns grow so miraculously And with every step down the higher they'll be Inglorious and defiled I bestow My purest gold my shadowing soul Storm forth with the tempests loud Ill-born sons and daughters sprout Fiery kin of the abyss bound Derise now the spawn of the meek Squander from the fountain of light Heaven of heavens fall trembling in fright Temptate take a bite be the sin And by the dawning of day let the end begin In atonement with the dead I ride this blackening hearse Onwards, with sulphurous speed To the beheading of the godhead In atonement with the dead I ride this blackening hearse Onwards with sulphurous speed To the beheading of the godhead With every step below The higher horns will grow And in the blood of my hands bathes the godhead With every step below The higher horns will grow And in the blood of my hands bathes the godhead