Satanarchrist - Anaal Nathrakh

All -- lie

I (?) nothing

Your fucked up lie

My own is killing me (goes somewhere, not sure where)

You have the god damn answer (?)

For every fucking lie (??) /killing me ()

You fucking slagging (?) on me

It’s all your fucked up lie… LIE…LIE

This tomb scarcely the graces keep

And the black daughters of hell

But then the furies with snakes spread abroad

O wretched Arts which can afford only this convenience —

That as a known guest I may approach the Stygian waters

You’re trying to hunt us down

Your hatred burns

You’re fucking slagging on me/A fucking child of God

Fucked up satanarchist (?)

The castle is burned to the ground

You ??

Satanarchrist, the only way alive (?)