At The Behest of Their Death

The advent of christ shall matter not to us
 abortus bastard, our nemesis be gone
 Yearning to entice the cowardice in our enemy
 so hasten the plague when all the rate shall come 

Kings from the east
 wise but three
 Plotting for the prophecy of the unborn saviour
 of bottomless descent
 To reap what was sown as the virginborn
 at the behest of their death 

Enraged in hate
 wreaking havoc
 In the name of sheol
 defeating whatever may stand in our way 

Our diabolical anthem so foul to their ears
 gospel of dissonance
 Pernicious cacophony
 bewildered apostles beseeching for repent 

Chanting the name of the accuser
 unrevealed is the face of a dog
 Nocturnal is the lapse of the earth
 empire of the cross defeated before birth 

Curse the son
 condemn the epitome
 Hierarchy of scum
 evangelists dragged through the pits ordeal 

Salvation repelled
 unbless the purity
 Infuriate the mad
 the influx of calvary spewed upon souls 

Deities raped by the wind of perdition
 mutiny to dynasty
 So splendidly elite
 an ode to atrocities echoes to the sun
 Transcend absolution
 a grandeur complete