We deny Gods and his rule 

We defy his supreme force 

Crucified by the dark power 

His death was a glory 

Forgotten by our mind forever 

He's left the churches to torment us 

We'll destroy the high altar 

Until we see the ashes of pain 



CRUCIFIXION 



We'll show to the world our hate 

The priests will have their final torment 

We'll spit on the churches, we have an ideal 

Black tortures you'll feel 

The mankind goes to suicide 

Thay have faith in Gods as false as their name 

Christ, preacher of goodness and beauty 

Gods, preachers of lies and destruction 



The Gods grave doors 

Is below his brains 

Rotenness and dirtyness go out 

By a simple prayer of mercy 

The reason of his death will be your blame 

Your master is buried in the abyss 

The dead, they already celebrate his arrival 

In the altar of fallen Gods, throne of his own existence