Nemesis Of Impurity

When you think that everything is set up
When you think that the prophecy is fulfilled
When you think that your eyes will see...
Then the dead sun shall no longer shine.

Pale are our aspirations
And frozen be the warmth
Concrete the forests shall remain
And dried out the sea

Denial, pain, disillision, bitterness,
Coldness all that remains
Semen stains us with dirt
Hatred crowns the filthy treason

Damnation buries us all
In the mud of contrition
Impure visions of carnality
Satanic justification

Vice be the truth,
Torture be my lust,
Pain be my reason
Filth be my answer
Flames be our purity
Blood stains my vision
NEMESIS OF IMPURITY
SITTING UPON A THRONE
OF BONES...