On Horns Impaled - Watain

Bow for me, inferior

I demand you in the name of the horns

For I am the one

To bring the demise of the bearer of thorns

You who’s father

So pityful upon the cross died

Behold it inverted

And burning under the nightsky

Inferior lord of heaven

Your might shall fade

Jesus has wept

On goathorns impaled

Unclean vermins, scum of the earth

Blow your heads for the dark ages birth

Black fire cast your flames high

Above the realms of light

Behorned father Satan

Show them all your might

Taste the blood

And the decayed flesh of his sons

Behold the desecration

Of the weaker and feeble ones

A cross burned black

Soaked in sacred blood

From all of us to all of you:

Go fuck your jewish god

Inferior lord of heaven

Your might shall fade

Jesus has wept

On goathorns impaled

Black fire cast your flames high

Above the realms of light

Behorned father Satan

Show them all your might