Since the dawn of man and beast I have waited for my pray To ascend in all my glory from a crying sky of grey The fruit of eden is rotten The rivers run no more The birds have turned to stone You will be blessed with fever Joyously I bathe in repulsion, contaminate the blood of man From my fetid throne of malice of humanity I spit I swallow all forms of light and dance with the newborn dead The night will be so dark that you cannot see beyond it I will spread my wings Send man into the void The sweet tears of Christ Will be the wine of man I wear my crown of worms and rejoice in sin and d**h Mock the gaping wounds of Christ - I won't bow to thee A thousand rats shall gnaw your bones - As you lie asleep A thousand flies shall cover you flesh, Lachryma Christi On a cross he was hung, that sordid son The wounds in his side I licked with glee A carpenter or a messenger from God Nailed like a fool to a piece of tree Life will perish under a bloody red moon d**h will come on a decayed breeze Cries will shatter the deadlocked tombs And all you harvest shall be disease Betrayal, famine and terror Life will perish under a bloody red moon d**h will come on a decayed breeze Cries will shatter the deadlocked tombs And all you harvest shall be disease Stillbirth, slaughter, havoc and d**h