The River of Pain - A Night In Texas

All shall be purified

For I have the blood of Christ

And every human who inhaled the breath of life

Will spread a flood of red and suffocate the rest of their kind

Sinners bid your souls farewell, they’re mine

Submerged in boiling blood and flame

Held beneath, their weakened lungs fill with the liquefied remains of their

putrid race

Tell me wretches how does the seventh circle of hell taste?

Welcome to hell on earth

The blood of heretics shall feed the birth

Of Dis;

the city of evil will rise

To punish these mortals for their lies

One by one forced through the gates

Brought before my wrath to consecrate

Complete control of all mortal fate

I stand above all of creation

They will suffer within my hands

To sustain my undead life I will bathe in the blood of every maggot infested

usurper and traitor

Then drain their essence to further the pureness of my true form

The bodies are added to my throne

Hollow and soulless unable to die

From under their flesh more will grow

Forsaken to inhere in my mortuary

The woeful and vile are the foundations of my door to the Promised Land

This is the day subservience will cease to exist

When humanity calls what once was my name

I will not return to be their slave

No longer able to succumb to the story-telling of Man

The need for dependence is amiss

As the world’s deities lay to rest in the deepest graves

Humankind remains oblivious to the price paid

And the reason it must be this way

Focus on my voice for I will only say this once

Your weakness leads to desire for a higher source

You worship the Sun;

transform it — believe and become numb

Always, you must follow this mindless herd into darkness

Never to find a way of your own, forever kneeling before material thrones

If you are to have any hope know the divine comes only from your mind