The Abysmal Fiend Rise majestically Come forth and bear your horns Spill the blood of Jesus The whore of christian scourge To suffer the cross Your pain your loss Incision of thorns The virgin's womb is kicked And raped with cleansing fire I live for senseless slaughter And I crave perverse desires When all lies dead and rotten My words won't be forgotten You'll heed them and give praise Renounce your feeble beliefs Make way for the new God Your lies thus defiled Bow down to the horned one Black lord the abysmal fiend Recrucify the false prophet I despise Hammer a forth nail Through the neck of the Nazarene Now forever dead Never to rise again.