The Son Of Dawn Paroles

I, reject your name and all its sanctity
Ice Christ
I, the fallen star, the reject son
I am hell incarnate
Here to pull you under
Sabotage the rapture
Callous and cold under my rule of misanthropy and terror
No forgiveness
Invert the crosses
Body and blood reduced to maggots and shit

I am the end of all
Pull you underneath the dirt

No forgiveness
I lack the empathy
My interest lies more in the faces of your agony
No forgiveness
I have no sympathy Say a prayer for me and I will defy it
I am the end of all
I am Hell incarnate
Here to pull you down

Pry open their jaws and sever their tongues
Pull their heads back let them choke on the muck
No forgiveness
Wretched fucking disease
Cut their wings and watch them squirm how they fucking disgust me
Aren't you familiar?
Slaughtering the opposition
Self justified sanctimonious ways
You will reap what you fucking sow

No forgiveness
Wretched fucking disease
Grab your neck and fucking squeeze until you suffocate