Dead End Messiah - Abaddon Incarnate

You names yourself «The Black Pope»

Built a church in Satan’s name

Dressed your flock in bestial garb

Lines your coffin with mortal currency

Sermon of mockery, from the clerical clown

Dead end messiah, its vacuum you preach

You ripped the words from red beards mouth

Then went on to bastardise DEE

There is no law of the trapezoid

And you rendered impotent the enochian keys

Sermon of mockery, from the clerical clown

Dead end messiah, its vacuum you preach

Now your corpse has voided the soul, you shall face the abyss winds

Its tendrils are as claws that shall rip you asunder

We will give you credit for one thing, but for all your vacuous lies

Extend the vamacharic influence, the emperor remains uncloathed

But your life was an ultimate dead end, in his citadel of cards

Have you become a victim of your own point?

They could say you reached internal adept

In a bankrupt old world roundabout way

But you knew nothing of immortality

Flesh and blood like everyone else

Sermon of mockery, from the clerical clown

Dead end messiah, its vacuum you preach