Proselytism Real

Martydom and servitude Psychosis of a rabid sickless brood Esoteric dreams a foreign man Nocturnal flush, frenzied and rude Buried in a nameless grave Stand up again the world to save The fear of darkness and of death An ormament wedge Sigh by prophecy Bestial thought Drive me in corupt Hungry belussions Inseparable huminilty So man I came with lance and sword Lead once more the legions of lord Thrill with lissome lust of light Come careing out of the night Ascent to the virceous circle In an era of fright and terror A holy document Hold in hands of unknown Eradication, opulence And parish noise Mephisto the oppressor Makes me so I like to feel But I cant believe its true PROCELYTISM REAL The day when I arrive the paradies I flog my horse to the hills of violation Return in my cenotaph to PROCELYTISM REAL