كلمات An Exhalation Of Disease

All the Blood from the bodies Collects then irrigates through the soil It flows through the cracks of the earth Then drips to the demons below Just waiting to be unleashed by the blood of the chosen Christ His blood shall set them free Beneath this sacred ground Lies the gate to their dimension Amidst the molten bowls of the earth Once the chosen blood touches to their lips the gates open Our dimensions amalgamate Transporting them to earth To rule with me forever Without the chains of their translucency My flesh burns away to reveal my true form as God I am Belial The serpent has shed his skin I have deceived the world as a servant of God With the church I have prepared my own thrown It was easy to fool them all with my disguise As they looked into my eyes They never saw the serpent beneath the surface Waiting for his moment to strike I have brought forth hell to earth just to show God what it’s worth His kingdom shall rot forever I have no sympathy for God I have no sympathy for God