I pervert the essence of grace
Through the rituals of antichrist
The sacred flesh I vomit

The sacred Blood I must detest

Glowing scars of the crown

Stigmata marks the favor now
Worn with contempt
My horns grow from the scars


As we form


A voice to sing the oldest song
Of the wound, Of the rise, Of the order
A chant to celebrate

The flesh and the becoming as the son of the order

Ascends


Born of the wretched
All entwined

Suffering bodies
Suffering Minds, flesh of contempt


Come forth,

New salvation is spawned

The new womb breeding antichrist
Shall tear $$#under the Sanctified
Giving birth to a new heaven


This child shall bear the devil's mark


A voice to sing the oldest song
Of the wound, Of the rise, Of the order
A chant to celebrate

The flesh and the becoming as the son of the order

Suffering


Behold the fall of the blades once again
The black order

The prayer ripped open
Giving birth to a corrupt heart


Dominance
The black order


A voice to sing the oldest song
Of the wound, Of the rise, Of the order
A chant to celebrate

The flesh and the becoming as the son of the order

WE CHANT