Illuminatur -

Baptized in thorns

Forlorn in a cradle of blades

A dismal anthem for the living

The aristocracy of evil

Through the cornerstone of fear

Brings rules of intransigence

When his perfect design fails to the core

We refuse empty words of deliverance

Light of truth

Is pure relentless death

Reveal the wounds from within

Evidence the unholy configuration of hatred

So we rise anointed in blood

The leper becomes righteous

Dethrone the father

Make his kingdom return to dust