Unholy  Paragon  -  Tsjuder

  Embraced  by  the  cold  northern  light

    Under  the  throne  of  the  megalith

    A  chilling  voice  penetrates  my  mind

    I  drank  the  seas  of  knowledge

    Under  the  flaming  sun  I  saw  them

    The  twelve  holy  disciples

    To  regin  the  creation  of  a  god

    And  bend  their  knees  for  millenniums  to  come

    The  word  spreads

    And  the  new  seeds  are  born

    Pagan  souls  raise  your  torches  high

    The  holy  shall  burns

    Their  bones  shall  build  palaces

    The  paragon  of  sin

    And  delight  of  the  coven

    We  shall  arise

    We  shall  arise

    Under  the  flaming  sun  I  saw  them

    The  Twelve  holy  disciples

    To  regin  the  creation  of  a  Ggod

    And  bend  their  knees  for  millenniums  to  come

    Under  the  throne  of  the  northern  darkness

    With  my  art  and  knowledge

    I  am  gods  triumphator

    I  am  the  antichrist