Incarnating The Beast Paroles

with hatred for the living kind
Preaching is a lost way for communication
spreading lies across the untold future

Witing the undertow of nature
the sacred winds are put to rest
as darkness falls the hooded monk
takes off into the night

[Chorus]
Incarnations are the key to success
With folding hands and execution
the times have changed with evolution
but we will still stand.
[/Chorus]

The aftermath of heresy
Brings truth to the gods
slain for purpose of atrophy
they breathe for the end the last will not survive

[Chorus]
Ecstasy and Sodomy are things that are alive
with hatred for the living kind
Preaching is a lost way for communication
spreading lies across the untold future

Ode to the Northern Winds:
Yelling out to the black winds of the north
i am one with you
Ascending and winding
i seek out an ode
i have won this war