Songtext von The All-Consuming

My (non) body's drowning down With rotting snakes wrapped around my neck Down to the parallel world to purify itself in your filth Lay your hands deep down in dirt embrace thy great Earhtfall in all its glory for obedience to thy saviors' path is now wrecked in contrast Carry solemn death's torch and deny yourself as a great thought! Praise the Oldest of all Crowns, shining bright and high again! Flaming circles are inflicting the view, behold not, but receive… Coming silent like a cancer into every living beast The All-consuming breath of S.A.T.A.N.