I await the day of beckoning When your kingdom shall below I feed the flames with your words As you taste their devoted flesh Deep into the Depths of depravity I will not mourn The loss of your flesh Nothing is tempting me Before no one I will kneel I abhor the oppression from divinity It is only for the wicked creed I see through your absolution As your creation erodes and bleed Deep into the Depths of depravity I will not mourn The loss of your flesh Nothing is tempting me Before no one I will kneel