Cross the Styx

Rise into the elder world The burning purgatory Deadly cosmic terror The lowest dephts of hell I signed the book of blood By will - now that's a fact Marked by the numbers Of predominance Lead me to the path of perfect celebration I've been reborn in a world of consumption Arisen in blasphemy Mutilation I need Consume souls eternally For my torment they will bleed Realm of darkthrone Netherworld of doom Cruel horned spirits Everlasting ghouls Flowen from the dephts Dark horned mutations Million tied up souls Infernal slaves of manipulation Cross the Styx I call on thee Blind idiot god of chaos Goat with a thousand young God of perfection Cross the Styx Pumping the agony through my veins As perpetual pleasure it enters my brain Swallow the lunatics of god's creation Their tumors create a sacrificial lust Grime crippled putrescent infants Melted and fused by demonical abcesses Reincarnation of perfection Behind the forbidden sinister gates Souls drowned in the blood of Oblivion Dragged in the stream of the inflicted access Zymotic slime of subtracted skin Into damnation tortured infinity Cross the Styx