The Kingdom Sitteth Lonely Beneath Thine Hollowed Heavens

作词 : Richard Allen/Aaron Kitcher/Edward Pickard

作曲 : Richard Allen/Aaron Kitcher/Edward Pickard

Day after day,

rape after rape.

A serpent slithering deep in the world's womb agape.

From mountains to river; valleys to lakes, I slaughtered and maimed.

Rituals of phallic mutilation;

piteous virgins soaked in menstruation.

Decades of despair.

Decades of damnation.

Divine obliteration.

My sins of molestation,

Rewarded with thine raw creations.

Yeah!

I only relieved them of their guilt to sin.

I speak the true rule of heaven's gates.

Pure horror awaits those denying my faith.

Denying my faith.

AAAAH!

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOO!

Drowning the innocent in their own placenta,

denying passage to repent.

I only relieved them of their guilt to sin, with deprived desires to fondle and skin.

For God, they obeyed, and slayed;

the willful servants with an excuse to rape.

Glutinous, greedy creations instructed to bludgeon till the end of days.

Devoid of pity and sympathy, embracing their need for grief.

Atrocities beyond the gaze of man, cruelty beyond belief.

They are the Sin-Eaters,

cleansing the Earth.

They are the Doom-Bringers,

Loyal since birth.

'Twas the act of befouling offspring,

which led to my son rising.

Defiled into divinity.

The infant to lead all of humanity.

YAL!

The infant to lead all of humanity.

Only the second coming could save this world from crumbling into the void

filled with lost souls wandering.

YAAAAAAAAAAH!

They are the Sin-Eaters,

cleansing the Earth.

They are the Doom-Bringers,

loyal since birth...

And they ravage...

And they rape...

Soiling the land...

Soiling the stillborns.

Yeah!

IRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOO!

In the centuries that followed, the weak grew numb

to the pain and the anguish that we had begun.

Decade by decade and rape after rape, their resilience morphed into a familiar state.

The Corrupted accepted corruption and became their own destruction.

IIRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

We grew bored of the horde and the way they endured,

then left the vermin to find their own Lord.

For any calls to us would be ignored.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Where are thy captives, thy trophies, thy spoils?

The meed of thy vigils, thy conflicts, thy toils?

The proofs that the world was overmastered and left?

Its pursuits and opinions of potency reft;

that the flesh was subdued, its affections and pride;

that Hell's fiery demons have moved from thy side?

Where is thine Lord?