I will smite whom opress thine words For truly their tongues are corrupted with doubt The manure throne are possessed by ifidels Those whom uterth the righteous ways
Seperate the flesh from bone to cleanse Joyous is the liberation of the mind Existence must cease to be Sever the bonds of creation
There are none above the none And thus all are below the nothing For man must in its fullest awareness Speak and obey according fo him
Necroapocalyptic visions of withering soil The light illuminates the earth The hand that severs the bonds of creation Is the hand that rules the world