Flesh for the Twelfth Omnipotent - Intestine Baalism

Only by destruction my lust will be satisfied

Established glorious his kingdom will soon go to ruin

Eternity is a lie by their hateful god

Time spoils the prosperity decorated by your feces

Ugly beggar, eat your own entrails

To survive, until the day of liberation

Only by butchery your deadly sins will be cleansed

Banshee cried to tell me the beginning of the last

Supper

Your beating heart for the new genuine king

Your bone for the massacred race by your lie

Your flesh for the land devastated with despair

Your boiling blood for the dried up ocean

My number is twelve, the number of omnipotence

When the skies are dyed red, i will sublimate