Blood Hunger Doctrine

Man and his faithful ethics Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth Diabolical fanatikism, so cold and grim The perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate As instruments of torture And leaving no room for sympathy We bring forth the monstrous birth To the worlds light As all great art is made from suffering So are we Good in nature, but evil by our own free will Incestuously created by the will to kill Time is here to walk the final abyss march Bound to the force of the last holocaust Pour free the gifts of grace And slaughter the entire human race Not permitted to redemption When pain rises high in purgatory A reality so convincingly justified Feeding from Death Cult's gown We bring forth monstrous birth To the worlds light