Blessing The Blackness 歌词

We're peccant so they claim We show no penitence so they say Blessing the blackness Our prophecy of evil shall rule Subjugating filthy Christians Vanquishers of Armageddon We detest the vulgarity The rotten smell of angels Bless the blackness Withhold the light, torture the sky Bless the blackness Withhold the light, torture the sky Open your flesh I am your soul I am your lord Of darkness I'll. be blessed O darkness I'm blessed I am blessed! Ancient rites gave us the strength To lead our army to victory at last I am blessed