Absolute of Hatred - Deivos

I’ll inoculate your disease with poverty of your faith

The absolute of hatred I will pump into your fetid intestines

Plague of degradation I’ll spread all over your body, to spread them as waxen

augury

I’ll replace objective view on truth with brain necrosis

Non-existence will became your punishment

Emptiness and mind nothingness

Disintegration of your own soul

You!

stand trial, not sages will be those to judge you but your

Squalor will become carnal shape

If it point its finger at you.

with its own meanness and divine heresy

I’ll point out your wicked life of priest of corrupt faith

Wrapped in divine cocoon and with the applause of saints similar to you

It’ll give you the lie of your false faith, it will smother this divinity,

despise your Gods

I am the master of ail religions, poverty, misery and disease

L am your master and the one who crucifies his own son

It’s me born in hell of my own soul, I’ll hood this world with my filthy shape

You!

foreswear God when I stand in front of you, you!

spit on the God when I

command!

I’ll keep you in such a stupid ignorance

As each Christian treading in his own stupidity

Whining to the lord who doesn’t listen and won’t start

Your pleading are as worthless as your actions and your life (because this is

my non-divine plan)