Proselytism Real
Martydom and servitude
Psychosis of a rabid sickless brood
Esoteric dreams a foreign man
Nocturnal flush, frenzied and rude
A-buried in a nameless grave
And stand up again the world to save
The fear of darkness and of death
The fear of myself and death breath
An ormament wedge sigh by prophecy
Bestial thought drive me in corupt
Hungry belussions inseparable huminilty
So man I came with lance and sword
Lead once more the legions of lord
Thrill with lissome lust of light
Come carying out of the night blugh
Ascent to the virceous circle
In an era of fright and terror
A holy document hold in hands of unknown
Eradication, opulence and parish noise
Mephisto the oppressor
Makes me so I like to feel
But I can't believe it's true
Proselytism real
The day when I arrive the paradise
I flog my horse to the hills of violation
Return in my cenotaph to
Proselytism real
Ah
