Proseltytism Real

Martydom and servitude
Psychosis of a rabid sickless brood
Esoteric dreams a foreign man
Nocturnal flush, frenzied and rude
Buried in a nameless grave
Stand up again the world to save
The fear of darkness and of death
An ormament wedge
Sigh by prophecy
Bestial thought
Drive me in corupt
Hungry delussions
Inseparable humility

So man I came with lance and sword
Lead once more the legions of lord
Thrill with blissome lust of light
Come careening out of the night

Ascent to the vicious circle
In an era of fright and terror
A holy document
Hold in hands of unknown
Eradication, opulence
And parish noise
Mephisto the oppressor
Makes me so I like to feel
But I can't believe its true

Proselytism Real

The day when I arrive the paradies
I flog my horse to the hills of violation
Return in my cenotaph to

Proselytism Real