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Temples burn with blood on their walls

Whores succumb to the infernal hordes

To re-design suffering

With the power that’s given to us

Blood skies ahead

Invoke the age of famine and death

Everyone is dead

Summon the era of destruction

Bring their fathers to

The slaughter of their daughters

Grand redemption

The eradication of all mothers

This is my design, this is my design

This is my design, this is my blood design

Of chaos and carnal pleasures

No faith can do me justice

No god can do my will

The final sleep where flesh is meat

His wine, his bread, his final supper

Now this is her design

I had to turn the page

Now this is her design

Creation and my rage

Now this is her design

Try to defy you’re in me

It is her bloodsoaked destiny

I kill, watch them bow their heads in shame

I kill, like the millions before them

They’re all the same

I kill, watch them bow their heads in shame

I kill, they’re all the same

What to say when I awake and see red skies?

Was it me who turned your wine into blood?

No, no, yes, we had to do it

Av blod är du kommen, blod skall du åter varda

Curse you all, deceivers of flesh

Quench our thirst with this torture

Drink from the well of sin and His guilt

I open my mouth and breathe vengeance

Embrace the fallen creatures of His might

Burn their bodies, burn everything in sight

Exhale the demons, disgraced, glorified

Become the serpent’s cold unholy light

Burn the wings of the creatures of the light

Disgrace their bodies, kill everything in sight

Spare no witness, enslave and divide

Hail the flagellation of the swine

Tear off the wings of the creatures of the light

Disgrace their bodies

Spare no witness, kill everyone in sight

Celebrate the death of the swine

The answer to the lies, ceremonial suicide

To enter paradise and suffer side by side

When the carnage is over we’ll be standing here tall

With blood on our hands from our enemies' fall

Mass cremation, genocide

My faith is gone for His dead empire

I crave His soul and I crave His flesh

This funeral fire is rising high

Watch me burn in the fields of sinners

Incinerate the false redeemer

For me His soul, for Him my flesh

This funeral fire is rising high

The funeral fire, rising high, rising high

The funeral fire, the funeral fire is rising high

Spiritual genocide, the serpent’s way to live and die

Descending from his throne above

The funeral fire is rising high

As blood turns into black

See the scars on my back

It’s so beautiful it hurts

Wounds are dry, won’t back down

So beautiful it hurts

The hunger for retaliation feeds

The mouths of the starving

Blood will flow in an endless stream

Through the gateways of heaven

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