Cycles Of Tyranny - text

Atea angry you wake up
Walking once again over the heads of men
The arrogant Ilion burns under your immaculate feet
Sacred mother dress me in blood
Honor me with your putrid breath

Unworthy of the wise men who trust in your virtuous speech
The sun was rising just like the stars

The sacred image of the goddess of filth
Bless me once again with all your sins
Sacmis enthroned over thorns
Your being adopts ten thousand forms
Hailed as a demigod embodied in filth
Felt the beauty of the brutality
Gospel of injustice unleashed anger
Addicts to the lament in a parasitic life

Text přidala AveSatanas

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