Satyricon - Prime Evil Renaissance lyrics
[Satyricon - Prime Evil Renaissance lyrics]
He would kill the whitedraped men
He would kill all holly men
He would kill the powers in control
To waste these jokers in this pathetic game
He would choke the sleaze pig
He would shepherd the sheep off the cliff
He would crush all organs of speech
To start the process of renewal
He would avenge the dead
He would crave divine protection
He would sing the songs of darkness
To call upon it to manifest
He would "mirror" himself in the tundra frost
He would rape it's virtue
He would disable it's ways of hurting him
To give him that advantage
This would be the way of the misanthrope
In order to create you must destroy
We would greet the nuclear morning mist
We would smile at all life dying
We would cherish each and every moment
And celebrate the return of Sin
We would bow to the planet's Iconoclast
We would march under the flag
Of Dominion and Hate
We would burn all conspirators
And their works with'em
We would reveal the only truth
We would make them really sorry
We would show them Sovereignty
In true fashion
And then be a reflection of their loss
We would soak up the last joys of our lives
We would Hail that grotesque destiny
We would walk on the Last glory
And hope for blessing to come
This would be the way of the misanthrope
In order to create you must destroy
He would kill all holly men
He would kill the powers in control
To waste these jokers in this pathetic game
He would choke the sleaze pig
He would shepherd the sheep off the cliff
He would crush all organs of speech
To start the process of renewal
He would avenge the dead
He would crave divine protection
He would sing the songs of darkness
To call upon it to manifest
He would "mirror" himself in the tundra frost
He would rape it's virtue
He would disable it's ways of hurting him
To give him that advantage
This would be the way of the misanthrope
In order to create you must destroy
We would greet the nuclear morning mist
We would smile at all life dying
We would cherish each and every moment
And celebrate the return of Sin
We would bow to the planet's Iconoclast
We would march under the flag
Of Dominion and Hate
We would burn all conspirators
And their works with'em
We would reveal the only truth
We would make them really sorry
We would show them Sovereignty
In true fashion
And then be a reflection of their loss
We would soak up the last joys of our lives
We would Hail that grotesque destiny
We would walk on the Last glory
And hope for blessing to come
This would be the way of the misanthrope
In order to create you must destroy