The Order - Demonical

I pervert the essence of grace

Through the rituals of antichrist

The sacred flesh i vomit

The sacred blood i must detest

Glowing scars of the crown

Stigmata marks the favor now

Worn with contempt

My horns flow from the scars

As we form

A voice to sing the oldest song

Of the wound

Of the rise

Of the order

A chant to celebrate

The flesh and the becoming

As the son of the order ascends

Born of the wretched, all entwined

Suffering bodies, suffering minds

Flesh of contempt come forth

New salvation’s spawned

The new womb breeding antichrist

Shall tear asunder the sanctified

Giving birth to a new heaven

This child shall bear

The devil’s mark

A voice to sing the oldest song

Of the wound

Of the rise

Of the order

A chant to celebrate

The flesh and the becoming

As the son of the order ascends

Suffering

Behold the fall of the blades once again

The black order

The prayer ripped open

Giving birth to a corrupt heart

Dominance!

The black order

A voice to sing the oldest song

Of the wound

Of the rise

Of the order

A chant to celebrate

The flesh and the becoming

As the son of the order ascends