Ruler of Heaven's Ill-Begotten Seraphs Lyrics


Mighty horned god encroaching

Upon the ivory gates of heaven

Approaching the haven of light

soon it shall burn

A terrible cast of gore is

cast in their wake

As the spirit of god's

children are gutted

The advancing horde

smite the seraphs down

Felled like wheat before the scythe

Blast them all to Hell

Crushing all the angels

weak pathetic fools of god

Avernal creation

Is now taking place

Fleeing like the coward

That was crucified by two

His kingdom is burning

In flames everlasting

Paradise is burning

Blood and sulphur

Envelope the skies