Crushing the Idol - Imperial Triumphant

Join us

And drink from the darkness

Embrace

This will of abandon

Face thee

With the eyes of vermillion

And burn these

Roots of sefirot

You dare.

Walketh beside me

A patron of hypocrisy and gall

Parasitic whores grovel at the plaster saint

Fervent and ready to receive the blessing of the seed

Enter the city of woes

Conjure this malediction

O' heaven is ours

Cleansing godless conflagration

Crushing The Idol!

In chains your were born

In chains you will die

From whips you were born

From whips you will die