The Abysmal Fiend

Rise majestically
Come forth and bear your horns
Spill the blood of Jesus
The whore of christian scourge
To suffer the cross
Your pain your loss
Incision of thorns

The virgin’s womb is kicked
And raped with cleansing fire
I live for senseless slaughter
And I crave perverse desires
When all lies dead and rotten

My words won’t be forgotten
You’ll heed them and give praise
Renounce your feeble beliefs

Make way for the new God
Your lies thus defiled
Bow down to the horned one
Black lord the abysmal fiend
Recrucify the false prophet I despise

Hammer a forth nail
Through the neck of the Nazarene
Now forever dead
Never to rise again.