Christhammer - Angelcorpse

The dream pervades mysterious and lewd

I am One of Many offered unto thee

Bearing proud the brand of sacreligion

Sacrificed not in vain to Azazael

Cast down from the Heavens yet never Fallen

He — whom gods hath scorned

Eden’s imbecile perimeter ruptured

I am of the Shining One

Whip merciless their flesh

Goad with firebrands

Trumpet the advent of the bloodspray

Enraptured by torment and flames

Broken on the rack crush the cult of Nazarene

My cup runneth over…

Each Nazarene I kill

Is one thorn more

In the crown of their false saviour

A king foresworn in a halo of flies

Prostrate disciples of derisive subjection

Their spirits exude deification of defeat

A talisman profane — vile birthright borne

Enslaving vigour as if nailed to a cross

Scoff at this inheritance of wretchedness

The Daimons erect shatter shackles of deceit

Sons of Vengeance consecrate burning ways

Wolves no longer in the guise of the weak

Gammadion upon our shields

The Conquerors draw nigh

Pentagrammaton — ashes to dust

Unbridled conflagrations purify

Christhammer

Swoon — poison souls procured

Acknowledge the rot of divinity

The dream pervades mysterious and lewd

I am One of Many offered unto thee

Bearing proud the brand of sacreligion

Sacrificed not in vain to Azazael

Cast aside despair in chaos consecrate

For visions become truth in wakefullness

The seeming sorrows that mark my face

With head held high are tears of joy

I am the spear in the wound of christ