I feel the shame of him dying in his bed for the glory of Christ, refraining from bloodshed Pain did you avoid, but how will you escape death? Redundant human life, waiting for the end ...
Can’t you feel the anger in your blood? Can’t you see the deceit of “God”? Can’t you see the despair of your foes as their worthless blood flows?
I eternally blaspheme the Holy Ghost I spit in the face of your pathetic God I walk the path of the warrior and hallow myself to Wuotan
Hear the howling of the wind In this cold winter night The storm carries the spirits Of those initiated in the cult of Wuotan I hail the downfall of this sickening world Where the meek prey upon the strong The shadow of the cross blinds all light Eternal darkness is what your god brings
Can’t you distinguish truth from lies? Can’t you hear their painful cries? Can’t your hear the hatred in their words as the legacy of your people burns?
I eternally blaspheme the Holy Ghost I spit in the face of your pathetic god I walk the path of the warrior and hallow myself to Wuotan