The Word Was Made Flesh Turned Into Chaos Again - Devilish Impressions

Whispers of pendulum filling the cage of your mind

Painting its walls with pure hatred

Freezing the flames of chaos once turned into word

Cosmic feeling once turned into dust

Together we stand and challenge the crowds of god

Annihilation of lies hidden beyond the core

Thoughts of free will spinning around

And waiting for souls where life doesn’t mean anything —

Dream of a Kingdom where Chaos and Word used to be Unity

Congregation of those who revengefully look into eyes of deceiver

And burn out his world of forbidden truth

Whispers of pendulum filling the cage of your mind

Painting its walls with pure hatred

Freezing the flames of word once turned into chaos

And you — nail him down to the cross

Feel sweet taste of power and omnipotence

And they nail you down to the cross

Feel sweet taste of retribution

And greed for the power of someone who claims to be God

«Et cum consummati fuerint mille anni solvetur Satanas

De carcere suo et exibit et seducet gentes quae sunt

Super quattuor angulos terrae Gog et Magog et congregabit eos

In proelium quorum numerus est sicut harena maris»