Fathomless Mystery

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 unbor

Fettered sun consumed is the mass of our disbelief Unborn is the icon rigid sphere Sever the hands of the human sheep Risen he stands above the crest All seeing feathers scattered round his feet His ways do not forgive coming of vengeance Slaughterin

Black hidden presence waves his hand Strides the earth for infamy talons strain Devouring the feeble dog god litany Earth shall crumble amidst the ashes he will rise Cursing of the holy ghost mankind choking on its own demise Cold grasp around the he