Blood Magick Necromance - 6) Impaled Upon The Tongue of Sathan

Rise, rise from the deepest

Eyes of death awaken
The fields of skulls
Is the path of wisdom – die!

The confessional – is your casket – I blind you in
Winged flesh mutilation – burn the cross
Broken one by one – your angelic sworn oath

Impaled upon the tongue of sathan

Rise, rise from the deepest

Resurrection never coming
Savor my blood [bad word] 
Revel in – the choir of screams – die!

The confessional – is your casket – I blind you in
Winged flesh mutilation – [bad word] the curch
Broken one by one – your angelic sworn oath

Impaled upon the tongue of sathan
Impaled are those that preach fear