Nitheful - Stigmata lyrics

Long yee forgotten, unsoiled son
I oppose all his worth i, thy forgotten one
The infant remains the cradle of the enslaved
His followers will never be saved
God knows I am the true prophet
The prophet of ye father and
The eradication of the lamb i shall stand
For thou of the bastard god
Christ, the pawn of the flesh
The son of the wealthy holy mess
Christ the one, shall not remember
The bleaknеss of thy Demonic Decembеr
I, Satanas, the one who slit his throat
And decapitated his head
I, the fallen rebel will make
Sure thine creator is dead
I can’t wait to drown all
His followers in dread
Creator's hand hah! I smite ye unto
The words of the pitiful pawn
This is the work of the rebel’s
Horns of ye fiery dawn (Stigmata) x3
You know the truth we are all our own gods
(We are our own gods, We are our own gods)
I want the blood of God to rain
As the lake of fire reaches
Unto holy skies the silver city burns
Into ashes my palace shall rise
Infest your humanity i am the
Shepherd of the damned now
Bow to me your fallen king!
Enter the lichens ring
Why have you forsaken me?
Now you shall die alone wasted
Your time with hope i the king of hell
From deep within your soul punished by
My hand for thy sin
"Hear our declaration as we
Nail your worthless
Prophet to the fucking inverted cross"
Jesus, the worthless we are thine own gods
LaVeyan ascension we are our own gods
Enhanced satanic emancipation