Pyres Of Kiev - Chthonia

Tortured and spat on by cross bearing scum
torn away from the darkest cellar
mind devoured by a blackened state of consciousness
a growing hatred for god
an adversary awaits your lord
so drag me to my resting place
dig me an early grave
my passion will be heard below
those abandoned by god
know not what they do
they wander where the angels
dare not tread
crusaders no scripture could prepare you for what lies beneath
my body i offer unto the queen of the underworld
i, chthonia
tearing at the wounds of the lord
through her eyes i'll focus my malevolent cleansing
clerics spewing their pathetic last words
terrifying the blind ones that worship a dying christ
centuries of torture
foretold by the cackling
sneering at the wrath of god
while exhausting every sin
im not going without knowing they are soon to die
take me away
ive, been dying for so long
open your eyes and see what the darkness has done to me
siphon the blood as they bleed, for this body belongs to me
unfathomable horror
the masses resort to tearing out their eyes
unbelievable agony
a calamity of mortals praying to die
mortals doomed to die
no living soul will reveal my presence
no man made god will shackle me below
i will return to avenge my minions
this burning hatred will never die