Beside his Son

Praise our god for victory's past, We have won
Our god will be the lsat, our war is done

Death, Hate, Choas
Brought to this world, reaped by our lord
Brought by our blades, flesh on our swords

God is dead, his angels bled
A shore of corpses on a river of blood
Dust to dust, life to death
Heaven is ash like all the rest
Triumpth is our strife
Victory is ours at last

Death. Hate. Chaos.
Brought to his world, under our lord
Brought to Heaven, by hell's horde

Lucifier, our lord
Hear him laugh, encore

Our holy rivals are now, tortured souls
For our evil general we bow, they pay the toll

Satan has won, our curse is gone
He crucified the all holy one
On a cross, beside his son
We stand in pride

God.Has.Died