The Prophet

Our temple made of course
In the forests of pentagrams
Hell awaits, we'll sit on
Baphomet's right
We don't need a hypocrite God
Lying goodness
Angels will serve, stars will protect
We have that feast, drinking Jesus' blood

In the eye is the mirror of the
soul, in your's I don't see
anything else than Christian Epidemic

The answer inside every question
And when the fire embraces my body
The purgatory's sweet touch
Gives the final answer
I don't care for Jesus' wrathful
fist, I don't pay for excuse
If everyone fears the power of
God, I do not

Let's stop through every frontier
The devil's charm is mesmerised
I feel the pain and torment every
day promises new pleasures

I slept in the dust with the
Devil's daughter, I saw my face's
mirror in the eyes
For me she will the idol, in the
place of my heart the ice is
burning
I rather be the first, in hell than
The last in Heaven
Twin moon is raising and black
stars are shining above me

I shout Judas's innocence, and
deny Jesus's kingdom
That word is a lay which says
The blessing on the last supper
Die on the cross who live with