I the godless, Thy true betrayer a fake smile I lie to the faces of the children and women of God. They seem to believe it's real. Blinded by illusions that veil all of their eyes. Man won't remember a thing as the dark cloud above makes him forget and leads him to tread in the shadows of death. I extend my filthy hands out to them to show them that their God doesn't exist and that this world is mine.
Track Name: Priestess
You now stand in the path of the unholy and will suffer through these dark cynical times. What will your God do or say as the children of waste are pinned down and fisted and bathed in placenta as you feel eternal misery running through Your veins. Prostrate and tremble in fear of what is coming and bear him a child of lechery. Putrid piles for the bloated as your skin deteriorates in bones in a rancid pit which lies in your fucking church.