Gates of Blood - Arcanorum Astrum

I open the Gates of Darkened World

I open the Gates of Sacrifice

I want to devour your lymph, you’re awed

I shall dominate your life

Enter these Gates of Soul Transformation

Your words are sovereigneal and full of blasphemy

Sloth and Greed and Gluttony, for Ever-Imprecation

Deicide is sweetiest (fruit of…)

Betrayal and guile — I stimulate

I glorify falsehood and jowl

Blood from your veins I chlorinate

And made holy water for your greedy mouths

Let the contemptible drown in their blood

Wash your wicked hands with spew of enemies

Try to ascend, masturbated in the mud

But You are Nihil!

I don’t want the churches are full in the fire

Crosses are sawed and icons are scribbled

For wickedness should have a root in the mire

Of Humankind’s hearts, perniciously livid…

Malaria is your desire

To contaminate dismal souls

Santeria’s vehement choir

Inflamed the primordial woes

Damnate your invidious life

Reflect light and love of Judeo God

Let spell Fides word and ‘ave right

To enter the Gates of Blood!

Oh Lucifer, give me your Pride!

Belial, give me your Truth!

Oh Astaroth, stand by my side!

Oh Azazel, quench my ruth!

Oh Behemoth, show me your Might!

Baal-Zebub, send me your fiends!

Leviathan, pour me your Blight!

Oh Satan, don’t make me weaned!

RISE!!!

If many priests will serve with evil hearts, defiled

Mortal sins they sermonize and Christ denied

So then soon they will infect their humble laity

Their churches shall become our fanes, their God — our deity

Mammon, greasy ruler of their bloated minds

Kisses their lips — the herd of gorgonized

They worship him worm-licking his ulcerated loins

And Mammon pours into their mouths his epidemic sperm

We laugh upon… these al-dalala fools

We are the true Masters of the World

Risen above the Wisdom of the Mules

Which should be dipped in shit and covered with the rot

If the sins will enter the bosom of the church

We do not have it either burn or tear down

The Temple of the Lamb shall be ruined and besmirched

That’s why I, first of all, for seduction of the crown

This is my important and devastating arm

To crush the Church of Christ, to crush the Kaaba

Hail the New World Order without God-gendarme

We hail the Reason’s Era — New Satya-Yuga!