My Fists Are Him - Watain

Created by them Yet reborn through Him Blessed from life and lie For the cunts that are licked By your gentle tounges Are raped and cursed to die So far beyond

Rabid Death's Curse - Watain Born into a fatal illness Ascension unto a graceless sphere Yet the chain forged in sulphurfires Emerges with them through labias l

On Horns Impaled - Watain Bow for me inferior I demand you in the name of the horns For I am the one To bring the demise of the bearer of thorns You who's fathe

Show me the face of uttermost madness Reveal the mystery of time reversed For in chaos lies mights forgotten From which we all have emerged Crawling from wombs

A pallid shape is floating A lurid shroud of fading life What ones was a place so glimmering and bright Has ignited itself and burnt out of light I canonize the

Spawn of the darkest evil divine A creation of the holy womb Step aside for lord Sathanas His fist so deep within A servant am I and in flesh am I captured Holy

Feel the coming of a storm Of wrath burning red as blood Thundering forth With poison in veins and death in the eyes Under banners as mirrors reflecting The dar

Beyond gods pestilent grace Obscured by light his spawner dwells Hidden but soon to be found Beyond shrouds of fading life All fires leave reeking ashes Not onl