Paroles de Bound To Servitude

A soul imbued by undying zeal to do death's work Enlightened and bound by our gruesome lord A living sacrifice, a vessel of divine wrath A life of blind sin was put so triumphantly to the sword Mind devoid of all but the lord and his holy code Possession in its true form, rejection of life and the world Serving unworldly might on earth in maniacal ecstacy At his command and only for the sake of his empery Unbent I shall strive for a lifelong immaculate work of death For a constant work of death Holy servitude demands destruction of human mind His will is all, thus all I do is but that which serves him And at my last breath still my eyes will burn with zeal to kill How near the beyond, saith the lord; Waste not thy time