Heir To The Throne

I nailed Christ to the cross heaven knew of nothing until that day
Never tasted blood let alone defeat
"No longer will I adorn Thee with pious blinded praise While you mourn for victims slain, into the pit I escape"
Come, legions of the dark
We rule in hell, rather than serve in heaven
Christ is ours upon the cross
While shredding his flesh, his soul we crush Nazerene
I am stalking you Nazerene
I am raping you Nazerene
You will cry for Thee Son of God, You shall bow to me
Ascending into hell unto our rightful throne
Banished from the Earth for thoughts unknown
Lashing out at God for hypocrisy, Vengeance of the Son, Its all I need

Now his soul burns in hell,
Now fall from Grace and fall in disgrace
Jesus rest in Disease
Your churches laid to waste
Darkness shall descend to claim the throne of light and plunge your God-fearing world into an age of eternal night