Abaddon (US) - Red Storm lyrics

Product of incest you speak of babylon but you just babble on where have heaven and hell gone? suppose I am the devil you are just spit on my hoof so offer your throat to the wolf the taste of your cackly blood will suffice just look at it as a sacrifice for, in your heaven the end is beginning but the alpha is the omega offer your throat to the wolf upon your father's d**h as we feast on the flesh of our earth boring her veins and letting her blood before the keeper of the sea kneel and offer your throats behold... we are the wicked breathing fire the guardians of the red storm