| Spitfull Intent (Live @ Reharge Jamm) | |
| Spitefull intent Howling proud towards the moon, Yielding screams of desperation, Smelling fleshes as the petals bloom, Spell cast, the dead awaken. Only to fine the torn of cruelty, Upholding the phrase of true blasphemy, Proceeding to ruin all dignity, Dooms approaches on the path of glory. Seven for the dragon in their hall of stone, Nine for the mortal men doom to die, One for the lord on his dark throne, Three for the serpent where the shadow lie. And from the glimpse of dusk, Until the end of dawn, And thru the parched land of crust, Thru the abyss it shall spawn. Thy heir of me to whom the oath Ill swore Twenty souls for the pendemonic feasting Holy Scriptures shall be sacrificed, Ancient hymns will be his odium, March to dethrone thy creator of life, Releasing the might of evil one. Angels wept in the ghastly ways, As the light ruined by pure darkness, For behold the heir of million delights, Reborn in sin, engulfed in flames | |