Divine Perversion

The damned fell back into hell

Cold of winter everburning

Wheel of fate that's ever turning

Round and round spinning into oblivion

Armies of the dead, spreading across

Barbarian hordes thirsty for blood,

Fields of corpses everlasting,

To feed the lust of the new born god,

A world must die...

No final prayers for the dead,

No carved stones to remember their names,

No candles burning their poison up into heaven...

I pitty the slaves of divine perversion...

A river of blood

To appease a god,

Hidden in mortal flesh,

From the loneliness of eternity,

Plague amongst men,

Feeding with life and death

Mostly with pain...

A child burning his toys...