Songtext von Servants of the Gods

Servants of the Gods Let it be told That our penchant for blood Is sacred in design Let it be known That our penance for our gods Is pure and unified Heed not for our sins For our sins hath no path Of impurities For it is I who will conquer This plane of existence Heed not for our scrolls For our text hath no path Of deviation For it is I who will transcend to This plane of existence We must appease the gods For fear of obliteration We fast as part of our offerings As we pray for the sun and The rain to appear I shall exact my revenge For I am the top of the hierarchy Heir to a tradition of unification For I am the mother and the father And the heart of our domain I am the wiseman I am a thing of evil